*Side note: I remember being 17. It was exciting! All I could think about was turning 18. Just one more year. That would be my ticket to freedom; or so I thought. ;-) Freedom from what? I had to make my own car payment, pay my own car insurance, fill up the gas tank, weather outlandish car repairs, all for my little 4 door Chevette with personalized plates, SOFTIE. I literally worked 2 jobs solely to own the vehicle I needed to get me back and forth to those jobs. If anything, it did teach me responsibility and money management. I had an entire five dollars leftover after every paycheck to treat myself to a burrito and cottage cheese for lunch.
Happy 17th Elizabeth, to a lovely young lady!
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