Sweet 16

Recently, on July 20th, I turned sixteen. I had the traditional party, saw the new Batman, etc, but that's not what this post is about. A question has been haunting me lately: What makes Sixteen so special? There's nothing legally special, except for Driving. I think that driving is probably the biggest part of turning sixteen. To me, driving is freedom, in a way. Once I get my license, I can (legally) go pretty much anywhere I want. Given, I can't go with anyone I want until I get a Sr. License, but that's 18. But with freedom comes responsibility (no pun intended).

Ah, responsibility. Some people look forward to having more. I'm not so sure that I do. I'm nervous to have more things that I must be responsible for. The thought kind of scares me, to be quite honest. When you have the freedom to drive, there are so many things that could go wrong where you would have no one to blame but yourself. I don't know about you, but I have issues forgiving myself for anything. Other people? Most of the time, they don't even have to apologize to me. But me, myself, and I can have self-forgiving issues.

So I'm nervous. But I think I can handle. To quote Mr. John Green, "Emotions demand to be felt." I'll make it through the nervousness behind the wheel, or any other responsibilities my parents may give me. And I'll enjoy my new freedoms!

I'm not entirely sure the point of this post. Just my thoughts, I guess. Same as the others, I suppose. :)