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Narrative Outline

  • Mar 20, 2018
  • 3 min read

The place I plan on writing about is in my Car. I grew up with an extremely helicopter parent so when I got my first car my senior year it was the most liberating experience. I never really got much freedom from my mom so being able to have a car and control where I went and when was one of the most freeing abilities I had.

  1. My first experience was the first day of my Senior Year, I was a dual enrollment student so I didn't go to school when all of the other kids did. As long as I didn't have classes at the College, I had my mornings free, and my very first day of Senior year I took myself out to breakfast. Now yeah this may seem like a little thing, but at the time this was a huge deal for me. I didn't have to be to school until the 6th period out of a 7 period schedule. So being out on the town in the time before my classes knowing other students were in class made me feel daring, like I was living on the edge. Now of course I wasn't skipping class, I didn't have any the College class dates started around 2 weeks after the high schools, but nonetheless I felt like a badass pulling into school at almost the end of the day and walking in refreshed with no consequences.

  2. My second experience was towards the end of my senior year, My birthday had passed late march so by the time April and May came which is when our school hosted prom, and graduation my mom extended my curfew from 12 am to 2 am. I have always been a good child so she never had to worry about me getting into trouble and this really showed my senior year during a friends graduation party. I went with a few friends expecting it was going to be a small function because I had never been to a party. When I got there, there was smoking, drinking, and everything you could imaging that my mother would never want me to get into. However I couldn't just leave because I drove my friends to the party and they were dancing, and having a good time. When the night ended my friends some intoxicated, others passed out in my backseat. Leaving me the designated driver, but i didn't mind. My car was like an extension of my mother that night. I understood the power I really held when I got behind the wheel, besides the freedom, with that steering wheel the control of my life, my friends in the car, and whoever may be on the road that night was in my hands. Knowing that whenever I go out I hold this responsibility is what keeps me from falling into peer pressure, and I feel like thats an experience only a car can give.

  3. My third experience was my freshman year spring break. My friend Jorgie and I drove from Orlando FL, to Cocoa Beach. Now granted it's only an hour and a half drive, but it is the furthest drive I have ever experienced. My mom never let me go long distances just because of the fear that every parent has of their child, falling asleep at the wheel, or the fear of other reckless drivers on the road. So when this past spring break came and she allowed me to drive to Cocoa Beach with my Best friend I was beyond excited. All that could come to my mind was the ending of the movie Grease, when during the grand ending dance number John Travolta drives his convertible off literally into the sunset. Now of course me and my friend weren't going to take my 2010 Toyota camry into an air-borne descent but the idea of it was cool. We prepared for the beach trip that morning, ready with snacks, sunscreen, and our cutest bathing suits like every teenage girl does when she gets her chance to be an adult for the day. The trip was beyond long, I finally understood what my mom meant when she said driving long distance was a completely different ball game. Not only were there reckless drivers on the road but it began to rain, sending my nerves on edge. I don't think I have ever blasted my music as loudly as I did, but for the sake of keep myself focused and relaxed. My car, my biggest fear, whilst my biggest comfort. Like a magic time machine transporting me from one place to another but the drive like a tear in time, stuck between the four doors with nothing but yourself, the wheel, and a radio.

 
 
 

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