I didn't drive until I was 20 years old. To most people, it seems like I waited a long time. My reason? I was too scared to drive. I guess I never do anything until I've studied up on it and I just didn't feel ready. When I finally decided to transfer to a college located 160 miles away from home, however, I needed to make it official. Before that though, I got rides everywhere. Back and forth to work, back and forth to school--if I needed to go there, someone else was taking me. One of the people carting me around was my grandpa. I lived with my grandparents until I was 15 years old. It just worked out that way. Anyway, most of the time after I moved in with my mom and siblings and I needed a ride, he would be there for me. Even when I needed to commute to and from the small local branch of Kent State at odd hours, he was the taxi. I miss those rides. I saw a tweet recently that got me thinking about how much histo...
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