driving?

So today I got my license. Hooray! Whoopdie doo! But in reality, its really weird. I still feel like a little kid. Like i don't know everything. And obviously, I am still a kid...i mean, i'm not even close to being a legal adult. But yet they let me drive...

When I was little, driving was something only grown-ups did...it was something I always wanted for myself, but was never really a possibility. When I was eleven, like all other kids, I asked my parents if I could steer the wheel, maybe drive down a secluded road? The answer was always a firm NO! You have to wait until you're 16! And then I was 15, close enough, right? I mean, how much is my maturity going to change in a year, six months, five days? Still no. I had to wait until I got my permit, and on that first night, I drove down my street in the dark with my mom freaking out beside me, hitting the daashboard and shouting "CAR!" whenever she thought I was going to hit something. I've come a long way from there, both in skill and mentality. Like the act of driving a car, I never actually thought I would get my license. Driving was something from "Freaky Friday" when Lindsay Lohan's mom won't let her drive because she doesn't have that silly piece of paper called a permit with her. Driving was something seniors did, the big kids at school who kindly drive you home from practices and team dinners. Driving wasn't for me.

But then today I got in the car with the driving instructor, and passed! I just barely scraped by, but i did pass! And then I got home and drove to the dump. By myself. And then I drove my brother to his friend's house. By myself. In the dark. I guess its time to realize its time to grow up. Maybe I'm already grown up. But I'm gaining more and more independence by the day. I guess its scary, but also pretty exciting as well!