A Right of Passage

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Brittany

Today is a very big day for my youngest granddaughter.  She is thinking it is the greatest thing that has ever happened to her to this point in her life.  Finally she is going to be an independent young lady, not having to depend on mom and dad.  Have you figured it out?  She is taking her driving test today to get her license. It is a right of passage for most young people, at least in this country.

Being raised in the country, she learned to drive by riding on her Grandfathers lap and controlling the steering wheel.  Just as soon as her legs were long enough to reach the petals she could drive using the controls.  It was the same for me, as well as each of my children.  My son and myself were driving hay trucks just as soon as we could see over the steering wheel.

I can remember the feeling of excitement and how “big” I felt when I began driving.  I would drive on the highway when I was fourteen, but times were very different then.  There wasn’t as much traffic and the highway patrol never came out on 270. It’s not that way any more.

My granddaughter already has her first vehicle. A nice, small pickup, which she loves.  My first car was a 1954, four door, Ford, with a stick shift.  The floor board was rusted out (I kept losing shoes) and the heater didn’t work.  It was hell in the Oklahoma winters.  My girlfriend and I would go to McAlester, to a teen dance hall, called The Attic.  We’d be wrapped up in quilts with ice scrapers in hand.  Every once in a while if it was freezing, I’d stop the car and we’d jump out and scrap the ice from the windshield. Somehow I don’t see any of my grandchildren doing that.  For one thing I don’t believe there is a snowball’s chance my children would let them out on the road if there was a chance there might be ice.  Secondly, I think my grandchildren would not drive a car in the same condition mine was in back in the 60’s.  You know “those good ol’ days.

Times and conditions have changed, but not the right of passage for driving. Do you remember how you felt when  you  were able to get that license? It’s a wonderful time, it’s just a shame we have to grow up and deal with the world.

About shirleymclain930

I am a retired RN, I am currently promoting my book, Dobyns Chronicles. My first book published in November 2010 called "The Tower", has been revised. My newest book is a Young Adult Fantasy called Princess Adele's Dragon. It was a fun book to write. I'm enjoying my retirement to the fullest. I like adventure and travel and making friends. I have 5 dogs and 1 cats. They are like having a house full of three years olds. They are a large part of my life and I can't imagine not having them. I spend most of my time sitting in front of my computer working on my latest book. The final edit is time-consuming. I prefer to write or monitor my social sites. On the personal side, I'm married to a wonderful man who spoils me and I love it. I am very much a country girl. I love living on our 5 acres on Pole Cat Creek watching the deer and other animals occasionally stick their​ heads out of the trees. It's a fun life.

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  1. I just became a follower of your blog. You should get connected on Google connect. It’s easy and you get lots of followers. I’m on Blogger, so we have Networked Blogs. This is cool, because your blog post automatically posts on Facebook.

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  2. Oh man, I couldn’t wait to get my license! I learned on my mom’s ’79 Chevy Malibu. But what I really couldn’t wait to do was drive my dad’s ’69 Camaro. After I learned stick, I got to drive it – and it was terrifying! Not because it was a manual, but because it was huuuuuge – and not a short-people-friendly car. 40 years later, I still love to drive, and am happy that the new Camaros are short-people -friendly! But my 16 year old daughter isn’t that excited about it – and she gets to drive my old Firebird! It’s just not a big deal to her, and my husband and I are baffled. I think it may be because friends and social activity are so much more accessible with Facebook, texting, etc. I’m glad to see your granddaughter sees it as I do – a great joy!

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