Summer travel story.
NPR's Weekend America program asked listeners to submit their summer travel stories. Here is mine:
I wanted to have an adventure, one worth telling my children about in years to come. The first summer I had my own car I decided to traverse the almost 300 miles from Worcester, Massachusetts, to Allentown, Pennsylvania. I had transferred from one college to another after my freshman year, leaving a handful of women who had become like sisters to me. As we were approaching our senior year, we arranged for one last hurrah over a long weekend in the summer heat. On a bright Friday morning I loaded my car with two pies, a large coffee and music to drive by. While seeing my friends for the first time in three years was amazing and amusing, as if we had never parted, the most rewarding aspect of the trip was proving to myself that I could travel so far, without incident, on my own; that I could travel the roads of states so different than my own, only six months after being petrified to drive on any highway. With this experience I knew, I am strong enough and tenacious enough to withstand 18-wheelers and Tappan Zee Bridge traffic, I am strong enough to handle whatever life brings my way.
Whats yours?
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I wanted to have an adventure, one worth telling my children about in years to come. The first summer I had my own car I decided to traverse the almost 300 miles from Worcester, Massachusetts, to Allentown, Pennsylvania. I had transferred from one college to another after my freshman year, leaving a handful of women who had become like sisters to me. As we were approaching our senior year, we arranged for one last hurrah over a long weekend in the summer heat. On a bright Friday morning I loaded my car with two pies, a large coffee and music to drive by. While seeing my friends for the first time in three years was amazing and amusing, as if we had never parted, the most rewarding aspect of the trip was proving to myself that I could travel so far, without incident, on my own; that I could travel the roads of states so different than my own, only six months after being petrified to drive on any highway. With this experience I knew, I am strong enough and tenacious enough to withstand 18-wheelers and Tappan Zee Bridge traffic, I am strong enough to handle whatever life brings my way.
Whats yours?
http://weekendamerica.publicradio.org/