I still remember getting my learner’s like it was a milestone. I was born later in the year, so while all my friends were already driving, I had to wait. The day I finally wrote my exam felt huge—suddenly I had freedom. By the time I got my N, that freedom went straight to my head. I was a bit of a speed demon. Every drive came with my parents telling me to slow down, which I mostly ignored… until I learned the hard way. Tickets taught me real quick that sticking to the “10 over rule” is smarter than pushing it. Now I drive like an old man. No rushing, no showing off—just getting from point A to point B. Turns out that was the goal all along.