Learning to drive
(cue memories of grinding a manual clutch in a parking lot)
Today, write something about learning how to drive. Not a report of how you learned to drive (unless you learned in some epic way), but about something that happened as you were learning, what it meant to you to drive, what it shifted in your family, what driving represented. And, it doesn’t all have to be rosy; plenty of folks learned to drive to transport drunk or high parents, because they wanted to run away, because they had to quit school to work…. Let’s dig into all of that.
(And, if you do not drive, write about what that represents to you.)
