Austin Rice
19 November 2012
Libby Harmon
English 10
Memory Lane
Well, this road is a long one but I’ll get through it. This road symbolizes change through learning and experience. I have had good and bad times on this road. This Road is to my second home, every Tuesday and every other weekend I take this road. It’s not far from where we are now but unfortunately it’s mandatory that I go. Everyone questions where I am and even if I tell them that leads to more questions. This is Torture away from home but still I put up with it. This road symbolizes growth.
My brother and I were riding to my mom’s house in mid- July about seven p.m. to stay for our weekend. My brother was in the backseat of my ’99 white Chevy just rolling down Airport Road. I turn down the radio in fear that it’ll cause a distraction between me and the road. I look in my rear-view and nobody in sight but ahead I see a faint, ghostly light. I was more of a cautious driver that didn’t handle jagged roads like this. I turned 16 in August and it was July, questionable decision on my part. You could hear the faint roar of ac/dc blasting out of his headphones. I rounded the corner in good faith the opposing driver was paying attention. Well he wasn’t, the driver of that Impala almost struck the side of my truck as he rounded the corner at a defying speed. Missing me by possible inches! I swerved at first then realized it had passed me. I almost was hit, I was broken up, and my brother was now in the floorboard he cautiously got up. I muttered a couple calming curse words and have my hand clasped to my chest. My brother asked what happened and blames me for his getting up struggles but he didn’t see that car.
About late-august I was driving to my second home for the weekend. My brother forgot his laptop and Xbox, if I would have cared a little less this accident wouldn’t have had happened. Alas, he was my younger brother that was spoiled and was treated like a prince. I pictured a depiction of him in a toga with my elders, and relatives lining up one by one to give him a gift as I fed the prince grapes. I was headed down my road the trees just billowing with leaves. I was driving recklessly sharp turns, and such. I saw a cop pull in behind me I did the old,” let me just slow down slowly,” it didn’t work. I got pulled over for speeding and turning the wheel to the beat of my favorite song, as the young officer stated sarcastically. He did the usual drunk driver test with me failing at the ABC’s backwards but I walked straighter than a gimpy rabbit. He said I passed and with flying colors. I was so proud of myself, first drunk driver test passed. I got a warning for being young and reckless.
It was super early in September I was headed down Airport road absolutely flying. I turned down that old road and noticed a young girl, sixteen or seventeen. She was pulled off to the side with her car hood popped. I was enthusiastic to help, cause of me being the young gentleman I was. I had a toolbox in the back of my Chevy with tools for this given situation, sort of; I wasn’t so set on the idea of keeping a toolbox in case any girls were stranded of to the side of the road. She waved her hand at me to signal she was stranded and needed help. I politely pulled off to the side and helped the young girl. We talked while I replaced her misfiring sparkplug. She was a junior, 17, and went to Marion high school as well as I. I took her to her dad’s work for the fact that he didn’t answer his phone. She thanked me and bestowed a kiss on my cheek and her number.
I was blood-thirsty driving blindly down the road. I was angered at the fact that my great-grandmother passed on. She was my grand mommy Iris, she taught me how to do everything; cards, cook, and my ABC’s. I was too blinded by the rage to drive safely; I pulled off to the side of the road to give myself a moment to calm down. I climbed into my truck bed to lay there it made it worse instead of being mad I became so in my feelings I became upset and felt melancholy. This was no time to be alone; I hastily called the only person in the world who knew me for who I was. I called her and in close to fifteen minutes she was with me in the truck. The A/C was as if it was a leaf blower. We talked and finally I got to what I had been dying to say to her, she was the one that I wanted my parents to like, she was the one I wanted me and my relatives to argue about. She was to good for what I was now. It was as if she was what my whole life was centered around. I felt as if she was the sun and I was little mercury just doing what I did. I know this does not make sense what so ever. That’s why it’s called love and there’s no scientific name or theory for love. It simply defies all anyone has seen. I asked her to be mine, in my exact words I said.” I know this is all of a sudden but would you, like to go out with, a guy like me.”
She replied,” I’d love to.”
She and I are still together now it’s been 3 months, 2 weeks, 4 days, 2 hours, 45 minutes and 12… 23 seconds, According to her anyhow. I’m happy and she is still beautiful I still go on that old, jagged road in fact for a little surprise I’m taking her on it for a picnic next week. Sounds like a good plan right? Well this has been Austin and I’m Outty.
