My parents of course had this evil plan to torture me by making my day of birth in late May. It seemed like everyone was legally allowed to drive except for me. All of my friends had already turned sixteen and had nice shiny new cars.

The long awaited day of May twenty-third finally arrived. I couldn't concentrate on one thing anyone said all day long except for "Let's go to the DMV". After a few of what I thought to be stupid tests, I finally got it. The one piece of paper I've wanted for 16 years... MY LEARNERS PERMIT! I cherished this piece of paper more than my birth certificate.

From that day on, all I wanted to do was drive. I wanted to drive to the store when we didn't need anything, I wanted to drive to my friends house when I knew...