Writing Starter 28

I remember the first time I drove by myself.  It was late, and all I could see was what the lights shined on.  Getting out to the car I could feel the light rain on my arms, and the could taste the mist in the air.  Ill never forget the sound of water rushing behind my house.  The smell of spring, wherever I went.  This was a very important moment for me because when it happened I wasn't old enough to drive, and it was late at night.  I was trying new things.