стихотворение с активным и пассивными залогами

When I was small child,

I wasn't allowed to drive.

But I liked to play

In different racing games.

I had only strange dream:

To be invited in national team.

Journals were read with a pleasure,

But I was in racing a stranger.

Everyday I was taught how to drive,

And I stopped to be child.

I started to drive in sportcars,

And wanted to go to Mars.