I have wheels. I'm strung out for the kids. I need a very specific environment to mature like a cellar or a cave. I accompany wine for a classic and elegant pairing. And people shout my name when getting their picture taken. What am I?

You may be driven or you may drive me, But neither vehicle nor sheep I be, Say me thrice with juice to summon a ghost, Or mispell me slightly and Tomorrow Never Knows

You can find me in abundance both where water is plentiful and where it is sparse. If you find me in your eye, you'll undoubtedly cry. My descent marks the passage of time. What am I?

I have control issues. Get out of the way, you're blocking the sensor. There's another one just for the volume? You lose your mind if you can't find me, I'm probably buried in the couch. What am I?

I am the one of the few activities where moving badly still counts as participating.