I still remember the day I fell in love with NASCAR.
It was April 15, 2007, and I was 9 years old. I clicked on the TV and stumbled across NASCAR’s finest racing around the Texas Motorspeedway. Immediately, I was intrigued by the colorful cars and drivers reaching speeds of 200 mph.
The only downside was I didn’t finish the race due to my afternoon Little League practice, but from that point on I tuned in every Sunday or Saturday to watch the world’s best.
My love for NASCAR followed me into Mrs. Schmidt’s fourth-grade classroom, my least-favorite class ever. It probably was because I talked too much, and had to “pull a stick” in front of my peers.