Spring, Freedom, and the Soundtrack of My Youth
There’s something about spring that feels like a fresh start. The cold grip of winter finally lets go, the days get longer, and the world begins to bloom again. For me, spring has always carried a special kind of energy—one that made me feel alive, like anything was possible. But no spring ever compared to the one when I got my driver’s license. The Taste of Freedom Like most teenagers, getting my license felt like the ultimate level-up. No more waiting for a ride, no more asking for permission to go somewhere—I could just go . And not only did I get my license, but I got the car I had dreamed of: my 2004 Pontiac Grand Am SC/T . It was sleek, it was fast (or at least it felt fast to me), and most importantly, it had a killer sound system . Once the keys were in my hand, I was never home. My days were spent cruising the backroads of my small town , windows down, sunroof open, music blaring so loud you could hear me before you saw me . There was nothing like that feeling—just me...