I turn the music down a little more and allow myself to be lost in the drive. I glance up at the stars and my jaw drops. Before I can convince myself otherwise, I keep scanning for beady, deer eyes that dare to enter my path. I wince as I see a group of potholes stretching from one side to another and brace myself for an impact that never comes. This constant repetition takes me all the way to the store and all the way home.

Driving to get something as mundane as cake mix is still worth it to be able to experience the freedom that comes with getting my license and turning 16 (even if I am used to run errands).