"Mom, can you please drive me to my friend's house?" We've all been there, haven't we? You want to go to your friend's house, to practice, or to the store, but you have yet to get your license; that thin piece of plastic that screams "I'm independent!". There you are, an impudent little teenager sitting shotgun as your guardian chauffeurs you around from place to place. Then, the day comes; the day of your driver’s test. You eventually pass the test, and your picture is taken to commemorate the moment forever. You are now an adult. I remember the day as if it was yesterday. I walked into the DMV, palms clammy with nervous tension. Sliding into the driver’s seat, I shakily buckled my seatbelt. Was I going to pass? I went through the
