Driven
Earlier today, I just got into my car and drove about an hour to Pine Bush. I enjoyed getting lost along the way. I wasn't scared. I wasn't nervous. I got a chance to talk to God and myself. It was fun. While cruising on the thruway and backroads, I remember almost ten years ago when I passed my road test. I called my mom with an innocent chilling voice, asking her, "mommy, if you fail your road test, do you get a refund?" Bewildered with disappointing sadness, she responded, "no sweety." I took a deep breath and responded, "Well, it's a good thing I passed then, huh?!" Happily, we both exploded with laughter. She was proud of me for crossing over the pre-adult rite of passage. Though I wasn't allowed to have a car until after I graduated high school, I didn't care. I was just content with having my license before that time came. She wanted to drive around with me and show me the roads. I was already driving up and down Colonie and