The First Taste of Freedom

I still remember the first day I got my car.

I had not even received my red’s yet so without someone to watch me, I wasn’t able to drive. How crazy to come home from school each day by bus watching my car sit there for weeks on end, just admiring from afar. I thought about how cool it would be to drive my friends around, to visit their homes and play games all day and to drive faster than my dad would normally let me around corners.

But I had no idea back then how much something so simple, so common would shape who I am today. It was with that very first car that taught me so much, that there is more out there than what I was seeing day to day which was the family farm, the school, the mall and occasionally the markets. The beach was something I’d start driving to after school and on weekends with friends, mini day trips to places I’d never known existed before. Lunches, dinners and even better midnight Maccas runs and ice cream became a common theme of my late teens. It not only showed me how much more there is out there to see and do but also how nothing is as far as I’d imagined them to be too.

Was it a norm to experience this as we grow up? Surely it was for most of us. A town looking more familiar to us each day, a city being squeezed ever more closely and a world becoming less vast and impossible to tread; in our minds at least. What if the car was only the beginning, what if only by finding a means to cross borders easier and quicker, we can grow, learn and open our minds to experiences outside what we can only see day to day.

Today, my car is still my best friend and travel companion; and although I now drive, sail and fly across the world, it will always remind me of my first taste of real freedom in this world, one that was the beginning of a love and lust to explore and find.

 

 

Thanks for reading ❤

Jayy

Author: Jason Li

Jason Li (born 17th October 1992) grew up in the big bad city of Sydney. After all these years, he’s still growing up; or at least trying to. Sometimes he writes. Sometimes he gets lucky and writes something good. Most of the time, however, he has no idea where life is taking him, living life just one single day at a time.

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