Sixteen

I turned 16 on a Sunday. We were both singing in the stake youth choir, so for once, a Sunday birthday actually paid off because we had a rehearsal that evening. Besides some eye-catching, the rehearsal itself was rather uneventful. After it was over, I started walking the few blocks home alone when he rode up behind me on his scooter and offered me a ride home. I didn't realize that accepting the offer actually meant that I would be driving, but he insisted. He kept a few inches of space between us (what a gentleman!) and I almost crashed into a parked car (what a lady!). Most successful birthday ever! No, but really.