Many years ago when I first began driving, I loved it so very much. The freedom. The world had finally been opened up to me. I loved driving so much that I would fill up my tank with my allowance money and drive all the way to Heber for a shake. I would even drive across the border to Wyoming in the summer, just to find a friendly park and read a favorite book under a tree. It was the ride there I loved the most. Knowing that my parents trusted me to be back by midnight. Knowing that if I needed them, I could call with my new cell phone. I could go wherever I wanted as long as my debit card had money.
I would turn up my stereo and listen to all my favorite songs over and over again. I would sing loudly and no one objected to my unpracticed voice. I loved driving through the canyons.

If only gas prices were lower I would do it all again!