Nervous, anxious, excited, scared, a stange mix of emotions that tend to always go with the good things in life. Being 16, the only thing I've cared about is getting my license, and now it's a week away from being a reality. I'm about to be given a freedom that can make or break me. But how long have I been waiting for this freedom? So when I'm so close to getting it why am I running away? I've wished to grow up for so many years, and when growing up hits, I run scared. Is what we wish for really what we want? Or is it our deepest fears we need to conquer?