Growing Up
Sliding doors open
Sun shines on my face
My mom approaches me with a smile
Keys in hand, a warm embrace.
A shiny, black vehicle of freedom
I press the button to hear the click
Finally I am on my own
Yearning to get out of there quick.
Opening the door, I take a seat
My body overwhelmed with the summer heat.
I push the keys in and twist
The vibration of the engine up my wrist.
Checking my mirrors, fixing the chair
Even opening the windows for the cool summer air.
Finally, putting the car in reverse
I pull out of the spot.
Once out, the excitement makes my face hot.
Checking for cars, I wait with anticipation
Finally in the clear, I push on the acceleration.
Alone at last, no one watching over me
This is the first time I have ever felt this free.
I discovered my independence, and how good it feels
Never would I have thought
that my induction to adulthood
sits on four wheels.