I usually don't have the best memory, and being a sentimental person, my poor memory can get in the way of remembering the big things. One of the big things that I actually remember is the first time that I drove alone. Driving alone in the car for the first time is filled with a sense of fear and excitement, you could just drive off into the sunset. While I didn't ditch town or get into any crazy adventure, I can still remember the first time I drove.
When my older sister was still in high school, we had to share a car. Emma was a senior when I finally got my license, so sharing the car proved somewhat difficult. She was always getting to use the car to do whatever she did with her friends, and I was over it. After being the younger sibling and telling on her to my mom, Emma was forced to share the car with me. I sat in the passenger seat and Emma drove to her friend's house, and then I finally got my rightly turn to use the car. When my sister gave me the keys, it was my moment to shine.
It was a perfect day in March, the kind where it's sunny and warm but not too hot and with the perfect breeze. As I got into the driver's seat, I immediately put in One Directions's Take Me Home album, one of the best albums of all time. I rolled down my windows, and with One Direction playing in the background, I went on my first solo adventure.
My adventure of choice was the Dollar Tree where I bought soda and snacks. I then sat in the parking lot and ate all my snacks, just basking in the glory of driving myself. After my feast of candy and junk food, I put on my sunglasses and rode off into the sunset with my One Direction CD and the feeling that I could do anything
One Direction is always the right kind of music to listen to when you're driving, or doing anything really.
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