Family Stories: Scary Thought
There were two things I couldn't get in my neighborhood. One was music. I got caught trying to steal Southernplayalisticadillacmusick from the local record store. I also couldn't get my hands on any JNCO jeans nearby, which for some ungodly reason, were the hottest shit on the street at the time. I was the oldest of my siblings. I was also the oldest of my friends. When I turned 16 it was like we all turned 16. I was actually a pretty damn responsible kid too. I'd had a paper route since I was 14. I worked at Six Flags all summer when I was 15. I had the money to buy a 1991 Mercury Sable the same week I got my license. Not to brag or anything, but I was the shit.
For some reason though, anytime I told anyone I was about to get a car they'd say: "That's a scary thought". That phrase would make me livid. I was, believe it or not, more temperamental and argumentative back then. I had no problem telling anyone that doubted me that if anyone deserved a car, it was me. Grandpas, grandmas, uncles, aunts, friends, random acquaintances and even the mailman said the same thing: "That's a scary thought". Well, I got my car and proved them all wrong.
Fast forward to last weekend when I went to go visit the family. My little sister informed me that in the beginning of March she'll have her license. Did I congratulate her? Did I tell her I was proud of her and that she deserves it? No. I said: "Really? That's a scary thought". I've become the cliche that I once despised. That really is a scary thought.
Image taken from here: http://www.autoblog.com/2010/09/28/government-seen-backing-graduated-drivers-licenses/