When I was little, every other weekend we’d drive an hour away to the big city, Khobar, and I got to go to this funfair inside a mall.They had dodgems and on principle I’d always refuse to bump the cars to show that “girls could drive”. Just spent the 15 mins running from cars...

This greatly annoyed my dad who paid for the tickets but just shows how laws can get into a child’s head

It’s actually really odd like I had like an obsession with those dodgems as though I was taking some kind of stand. Like the dodgems were some path or loophole to greater freedom or equality. The only time I’d felt that way about where I lived.