- Feb 11, 2005
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I remember getting my license when I was 16 and driving home with my mom in the car. But the first place I drove alone was to my best friend Brian's house. He lived 2.3 miles away from me and we used to ride bikes back & forth between our homes. I remember driving all by myself to his house one afternoon, and pull up his long hill of a driveway, then pulling around to the front of his house and getting out and I felt bigger than life. It was such a great feeling to be able to go where I wanted in a car, without supervision.