My senior year of high school, I was rewarded with a great responsibility - a car. Well, sort of. I did not get a car of my own, but I was allowed to drive my father's car to school and back (he had a home office) and let me tell you, it was the greatest feeling on earth. Even if it meant sitting in traffic to get someplace that should only have taken me ten minutes to get to (but, in fact, took me thirty), I reveled in every last minute of it. I like to think that the thing that I loved most about driving the old Camry to school was the music. It gave me an opportunity to get whatever stresses and frustrations I might have had out with the music. If I was feeling excited, Snow Patrol was excited with me. If I was feeling angry, Three Days Grace was banging their heads with me. It was exhilarating. I even found myself tearing up to the lyrics of a song that especially connected with my present-self, several times. I don't think much else can move me in such ways (perhaps a really good book or movie). And so, my dad's 2001 Camry and I bonded over one common friend - music.
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