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A Taste for Freedom
It was only a few weeks after my sixteenth birthday, and I was sitting behind the wheel of my new 1994 Chevy Caviler. I could taste the freedom that I now possessed with owning a car. ... What I did not know was that the taste for freedom that I had longed for, for so long would end up as a nasty after taste of sand and gravel. ... At first she hesitated knowing that I was just learning to drive, but she broke down and let me have a taste of freedom. ... My taste for freedom was no longer flavorful. ...
From this tragic experience, I have learned that I can only take my freedom and independence so far. ... From that day forward, I have not let my freedom get the best of me.
Approximate Word count = 692
Approximate Pages = 2.8
(250 words per page double spaced)
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