That's my car

It was late afternoon, the harsh scorch from the sun was fading, the cool evening breeze had begun its daily night shift. A small group of little humans; consisting of five or six children with age ranging from 7 to 9; emerge running from a three-storey building. They ran towards the tarred road adjacent to their building stopping a few metres away from the road, at the designated structure which was a shed made of aluminium roofing sheets and four wooden poles.
This endeavour has been a daily ritual for these set of children, it had become more than what it was set out to be, right now, with the amount of attention, dedication and tenacity poured into it, it was much more than a game. Occasionally, some adults would entertain themselves by joining the group and taking the acting role of both spectators and judges, but today there were no spectators and or judges.
They lined themselves side by side as each child prepared to verbally take possession of passing cars that he or she deem fit to belong to his or her collection.
"oya, let's start", said the ring leader and eldest of the group, "1, 2, 3. go!!!"
For a split second, there were no cars in sight. Soon, a black, new mercedes comes zooming ..."That's my car!!!" one of the children screamed, jumping up and down rejoicing in the latest addition to her collection.
After several hours of verbal possession and fights about who got the car first,
"Oya, let's go home before our mummies start shouting, we'll continue tomorrow".
They reluctantly left the shed, the walk back home was long as they analysed their loot to one another.

That was several years ago, in a matter of days; two to be exact; I will be a year older and am still yet to make a withdrawal of at least one car from my collection, even if it is the black new mercedes.