Second time became the charm.
Long ago, Dad took me to the drag races when I was twelve. Felt like the worst place to be. Reasons for that was:
Was a beautiful nightmare. I say beautiful because that trip has taught me something very important that I will get to in a little bit.
I had everything in attempt to make it a better experience. Earplugs, headphones, and layered coats; Still didn't work! Even when things got quieter on the race track, I just never knew when the next time the cars roar on the racetrack; Always anticipating the next loud sound that even with the earplugs and the headphones, I still felt like I needed to cover my ears and my head.
Lots of backlash for Dad. People would think that he was trying to hurt me in the drag races because of the whole autism thing, but Dad did this because of a very fascinating reason.
The reason why was this....