Driving...
It's funny how things in life change. When I was 16, I thought I was going to die while waiting for an opportunity to get my driver's license. When that fateful day came - I failed my driving test. Perhaps it was nerves - in good old Kentucky, you have a State Trooper sitting in the car with you. Nervous is possibly a gross understatement. When I graduated from high school, my family drove from Kentucky to Florida. The trip was to see my grandmother and served as a type of celebration since I would be joining the U.S. Army a few weeks later. My dad knew I loved to drive and before we piled into the panel van he rented, he tossed me the keys and said, "Here ya go, driver." Man, was I thrilled. The trip would be a little over 700 miles, take about 13 hours, and would be all highway driving. At the 12th hour, I realized I did not like driving that much. In fact, I never wanted to drive again after that trip. Needless to say, I didn't bother my dad any more with t...