My daughter's 16th birthday looms in a few months. All she can talk about
is getting her driver's license and a car. Not this car, mind you -- a real car.
Well, not even a car. She wants a TRUCK. A BIG truck. With a lift kit. This is
a kid who's barely 100 pounds soaking wet! And, of course, she wants a
cell phone. Oh yes, and an iPod, and a computer, and...and...and...
But most of all, she can almost TASTE her freedom once she can drive. How
I remember that longing, and that incredible, sweet ecstacy that comes with
a set of car keys.