First Drive

After school, I came home as normal.  The plan was that I would take the car and drive up to rehearsal. From there, I would go straight to dance, and get myself home from dance.

It was to be my first drive alone.

The first thing I noticed was that I could leave whenever I wanted to.  There was no waiting for my parents, it was just me.  So, as soon as I finished my homework, I left.

I did the dramatic slow walk to the car, and a tinge of nervousness came over me.  I told myself I could do this, but something in the back of my mind told me that something was going to go wrong.

Nothing did.  I made it to the high school fine.

After rehearsal (which was as bad as ever), I drove to WDA.  I had to hurry a little, just because I only had a half hour between the end of rehearsal and the start of dance, but I managed to make it barely on time.

The only problem was I didn't choose the best parking spot at WDA.  After class ended, I had a lot of trouble getting out and back onto the road.

The ride home was interesting.  I finally started to realize the joy and happiness of high beams.

The best part was when I came in the door to greet my family.  I entered the kitchen to applause.  I could have half-expected that, but it still felt great.  Like I had accomplished something.  And they wanted to hear every detail.  I loved that.  They care about me.  And I found out later that my mom had contacted a few parents who were at WDA, just to make sure that I arrived there safely.

Doing something great is one thing.  Doing something great, and sharing it with your favorite people is another.

-NM