My son, Jared, graduates from high school today. My heart is full, mostly of happiness, but with a tinge of sad. I know my days of riding shotgun grow few and far between. I love you Jared. I hope someday you know how much. Mama
I remember when I learned to drive. My father gave me my first lesson: How to Start the Engine. He was a big believer in baby steps. The car was parked in the driveway and in we hopped. I was in the driver’s seat for the first time and my dad, of course, was riding shotgun.
“Today you’re just going to start the car and then you’ll back up a little bit and pull forward a little bit. Back and forth, right here in the driveway and that’s it. Okay. Go ahead and start the car.”
“Where’s the button?”
“What button?”
“You know, the on button.”
“There is no on button. Put the key into the ignition and turn it.”
I did as I was told, the motor started and I started screaming at the top of my lungs.
“WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU? WHY ARE YOU SCREAMING?” my dad bellowed…
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