round and round

When love was new and we were young, we did things differently, without as much concern.  Together we were playful and mischievous, as if our protons and atoms that made us were firing off into all new directions. The things we could get each other to do.  One day we were out driving my father's car, an old Sigma, from Bayview to the beach.  On the way back we decided to see how many times we could drive around the main roundabout at Mona Vale.  While "A Solid Bond In Your Heart" by Style Council was blaring out of the speakers, we drove round and round.  It was a tight roundabout and it took a lot of concentration to keep on the right angle, we watched as cars wanting to turn in watched us keep going around and around, 3, 4, 5 times, then 6,7,8 & 9 times. It was dizzying as some cars came and went as they came in from the 4 turning lanes into the roundabout.  I think we counted up to 20 times, we lost count as we finally turned off and zoomed up the road.  I think we may have even told dad what we did and he just said something like "you cheeky buggers", "I won't be able to show my face around there now".  Another day he busted us pushing each other around in shopping trolleys (very nearly toppling out as i hit a gutter) in the main street in the late summer evening sun after we came back from eating and drinking out.