When you first get your license, you automatically go from drool to cool within the first minute the driving instructor tells you that you passed.

I remember I called, yes called, all my friends and told them. For us, it used to be a sign of being older, more mature, and our road trips. I was so happy that day, but I was still nervous to drive. I remember my parents begging me to get out there and drive, especially because I had a job to drive to. I was so cautious and would check every mirror, every stop sign, and every street corner. I was so nervous about every little thing, that people would beep and go around me for how slow I would drive.

Flash forward to years down the line when my brother goes for his driving test. Mind you, this kid did not practice as much as I did, he wasn’t scared like I was, and his first thought about getting his license is that now he can drive girls home. *Insert eye rolls* You can pretty much say he was born ready to drive. The one thing that we both had nerves about doing for our road test was the awful parallel parking.

So unless you live in the city, why is it needed to learn how to parallel park? I guess it is something you should learn just in case you have to do it at some point in life. My brother learned how to parallel park overnight, no I am so serious. Passed his test no issue. Remember when I said I had to call my friends to let them know? My brother instead Snapchatted all his guys. That same day he decided that he would drive everyone anywhere they needed to go, me? Heck no, I was crying that I had my license. I wanted to be driven everywhere.

My point to this is that most “teens,” “kids” whatever you want to call them, are fearless nowadays. They expect that car at 16. When I was growing up, the only reason I got a car at 16 was that I had a job. Although my brother does have a job, his friends do not. The purpose of getting a car or a license is to show off to your friends, or in my brother’s case, girls.

The way he drives is great. One arm out, the other on the steering wheel. I laughed one night asking him why he does that. His answer was that it was comfortable, but I knew the real reason. He’s 16 and ready to flirt with girls, he thinks it’s cool.

I laugh every so often thinking of all that is different about my brother and I getting our license. I was the chicken, he is the one already planning to drive cross-country.