Student’s Choice
When driving in my car, I feel like I have the entire world at my fingertips. I can go anywhere with an unprecedented amount of freedom. Some would say this is a false sense of freedom, considering that it is my parent’s car and driving it is a privilege that could be taken away in a moment. However, I think my car 9as I like to refer to it) gives my parent’s a false sense of control. They like to control it, but once I have it away from my house I can go anywhere and do anything. The funny thing is, my favorite places to drive are the ones that are the most simplistic and least rebellious. Like driving home from school on Friday with Red Hot Chili Peppers blaring or escaping to the park by my house in the winter and staring at the frost coated trees. My car is my home away from home, I can take it with me anywhere and it is my protection. Because although I like to think that it is the freedom that draws m to it, it is like a little piece of my parent’s that I take with me when I’m away from them. It’s the side of them that doesn’t yell, the side that has dinner ready and asks me about my day, and it is the side that I love the most. My car is the pinnacle of ambiguity in my life with so much freedom but tightly regulated and an entire world of places but somehow always close to where I really want to be: my home.
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