The Beauty of Car Rides :: Personal Narrative

When I was six long term old, I hated car rides. To a six year old, a car ride was the epitome of boredom. in that respect was nonhing to do on a car ride except sit there for hours watching the trees. I would create carsick all single time I was in my moms Volvo. If I wasnt sick or bored, I was waiting painfully in the backseat for the next exit ramp so my mom could turn finish off the road for a bathroom break. My mom would have to bribe me with dulcify or some other special treat just to get me in a car everyday. Some six year olds were panicked of monsters and doctors visits I was afraid of the car. About ten years later something happened, a change. When I finally got my drivers permission at age sixteen, I was no longer afraid of the formerly dreaded car ride.At first I did not whop why or how it happened, I just was not afraid anymore. I did not get bored, I did not get sick, and I did not have to painfully wait to use the bathroom. What was once a time of fear an d unease turned to a time of tranquility and delight. I was excited to drive my car, and I felt good while driving. maybe it was because the music I was listening to calmed me. Perhaps it was the beautiful sights I apothegm outside my window. It could have been because it was a time when I got to leave my troubles rear me and relax. It may have been that I was driving the car rather individual else, or it could have been a combination of all of these things. All I knew was that I had a 35-minute drive to tutor everyday, and I enjoyed it.My drive to and from school everyday became a deep Emersonian experience. It was not so much that I was getting in touch with nature it was that I was getting in touch with myself.