Стихотворение с активным и пассивными залогами

When I was small child,I wasn't allowed to drive.But I liked to playIn 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.