Freedom

Kiaya Nickens

Christian in the World – p.8

Mr. Sanchez

September 20, 2012

Blog Entry: Freedom

An experience in which I felt free was the very first week when I received my driver’s license. My parents made me wait an entire week before they let me drive alone. I asked my parents every day to let me drive anywhere, somewhere. Finally came the day, it was best friends annual summer cookout. Both of my parents were busy that day, and neither one of them were capable of giving me a ride to my friend’s house. My dad informed me that I could drive to her house, by myself. I was ecstatic, but I had to keep my composure so that they wouldn’t change their mind. My parents told me at 2:00 pm and the cookout didn’t start until 6:00pm. These were the longest 4 hours of my life. Finally it was time to leave for the cookout. I get in the car and realize that I am the pilot to my own voyage. I know what you are saying; I am only going to a cookout. What voyage am I talking about. But I felt freedom from growing up. My first time driving alone was a mirroring effect of what my entire life will be like for now on. These are the first steps in myself growing up. Freedom from the aspect of adolescence into adulthood compacted into the experience of my first time driving was my momentary time of freedom.