My fitbit #Fitstats for 6/29/2013: 20,400 steps and 10.1 miles traveled. http://www.fitbit.com/user/25YPZP
My fitbit #Fitstats for 6/28/2013: 15,030 steps and 5.7 miles traveled. http://www.fitbit.com/user/25YPZP
My fitbit #Fitstats for 6/27/2013: 19,455 steps and 9.3 miles traveled. http://www.fitbit.com/user/25YPZP
My sons are now driving. They now have their driver’s license at age seventeen because they took driver’s ed. At first, they were enthusiastic about driving, but now that they have been driving awhile, the excitement has worn off. Especially since the car wouldn’t start up twice and I had to help them get it running again. I told them that part of driving also involves having car problems and getting stranded far away from home. They told me that driving wasn’t much fun anymore.
I remember when I first learned to drive. I took driver’s ed in high school Indiana, but I couldn’t get my license mailed to me because I had moved back home to Chicago, Illinois. So, I didn’t drive until I was eighteen and I had bought my own car. Not that I’m complaining. I always enjoyed walking and taking public transportation when I was in high school.
After high school, my friends and I all had our own cars. Whenever we went anywhere, we all drove to our destination separately, in our own cars. If we had to car pool, Each one of us wanted to be the driver. The driver would drive his own car. There was an unwritten rule that no one was allowed to drive someone else’s car. Unless, they were in no condition to drive.
Now that we’re older, my friends and I don’t see much of each other. When we do, we still argue over who will drive. However, the dialogue goes like this: “You drive.” “No, you drive. I drove the last time!” “If you drive, I’ll let you drive my car!”
My fitbit #Fitstats for 6/26/2013: 14,844 steps and 7.4 miles traveled. http://www.fitbit.com/user/25YPZP
My fitbit #Fitstats for 6/25/2013: 21,829 steps and 10.2 miles traveled. http://www.fitbit.com/user/25YPZP