The day finally came.

I got my permit March 2 and I will get my license three days after I turn 16 in August. I’m not very excited to drive yet. I don’t know if it’s clicked to me that I get to drive myself around and not have my sister take me every where. She thinks its sucks on her part, but think how I feel. I know there are a lot of people out there who have those older siblings that had to take them everywhere you needed to go, so you should understand my pain.

I know everybody talks about their sixteenth birthday and how sometimes they get a car for it. That’s about the only thing I’m excited about. All I want is the card that says I have my driver’s license. I just don’t see the point of driving all the time. Yes, I would like to have freedom and hang with my friends, but I don’t know. It’s a privilege to drive as some parents say and other parents just give kids the car and let them have at it.

I can finally drive myself to Monday night band and leave when I want after a game and not having to wait for my parents to pick me up. That’s one of the reasons I am excited about getting a car.

The laws now say by a certain age you have to drive with a DPS officer and I’m really excited for that. My sister just went and got her license, but I have to take a test. I bet it’s worth it in the end.

The car I want, but I can’t get, is a black 2010 Chrysler 300 with leather seats. I know for sure I’m not getting that and if I do, that would be a miracle.

It doesn’t seem like forever ago I was 5 years old, but 10 years later I’m going to have my driver’s license and be all grown up. It makes me want to cry. I feel too young to drive.

Aug. 29 will be an exciting day for me. I don’t judge myself on how good of a driver I am, but if nobody is on the road Aug. 29 I understand how you feel.