At a little fun-park called International Pavilion I spent many years of my childhood looking at the go-karts and being depressed as I was far too young to drive them. I rode in a 2-seater with my dad once but I didn't really get to drive until I was in middle school during a friend's birthday party. I was so excited but I didn't know what I was doing. I couldn't get the thing to start for awhile. Then when it got started one of the kids at the party bumped into my go-kart, it wasn't serious but it was enough for the people running it to get him to stop driving for the rest of the race. Then when I got to the finish line, the brakes didn't really work for me (most likely and probably my fault) and it was a very rough stop. I never got hurt but it made me realize why I was never allowed to drive the go-kart before I turned whatever age/height it was.