Honk, honk!

"When I was a little girl I used to always try to get the semi drivers to honk their horns by pulling my arm down like this, as if I were honking my big rig horn," I assured her.
Fiona gaped incredulously. "Why?!" she asked. I wasn't sure I had a real answer, but guessed that it was because it was vaguely exciting to do so. I asked Ian if he used to do the same thing, and he nodded in assent.
Right about then Nora piped up from the backseat-- hands still over her ears. "When I was little, I thought it was too loud."
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When I was a kid my best friend lived on a highway route that ran through our town. She happened to live near a corner, however, where the semis had to stop. We used to stand outside and endlessly make the honking motion, jumping up and down gleefully when the drivers would oblige us. In retrospect, I'm pretty sure her neighbors must have hated us.
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