Mom's been letting me drive back and forth to the college. It's seven miles down the road, and really not that far, but it's a start. And it's only when Dad's home.
Today was the fourth or fifth. Anyway, the first time, I was so excited.
Kids can't drive their moms around. At least, not around these here parts.
So, I cranked up the radio and took off, relishing being alone in a car with my newfound sort of freedom. I made it to the college safely, I parked okay. Nothing bad happened. I keep a Bible in my car, sort of for good luck. Especially considering my car's name is Christine and she does misbehave from time to time. (That's a whole other blog post.)
I dug in my backpack to discover I had forgotten my license at home.
All that hype deflated for a moment. I texted my mom and sister to tell them I had arrived safely. I didn't tell them about the license thing.
But I told everyone else. And yes, we all got a kick out of it. My first day of freedom, and I forget my ID. How smart of me!