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Stories connect us. We love to tell stories. We love to listen to stories. Storytelling is an art--we all know that "one" person that keeps the group entertained! As I have storytelling as a current goal, I have been paying attention to stories, and a couple days ago our youngest daughter was telling stories about her journey learning to drive.

Smiling, Chayse relayed how I carefully set the crawfish pot in the back seat of the car before settling into the passenger seat. She took her seat behind the wheel and started off to her aunt's house to return the pot. She navigated two turns successfully and was rolling along, and since she was zooming along nicely, she forgot about slowing down for the next left turn. The clattering reverberated throughout the car. I held on and didn't breathe (somehow holding one's breath keeps a car on all four wheels and on the road--don't ask how.) I survived physically unscathed, but I am not so sure about the pot--it probably has a fashionable "character" dent or two or three.

Fast forward.

Chayse was complaining to her sister that I never let her drive my car...or drive now that she has her license. Reluctantly, she agreed there may be a reason (see aforementioned story), though she fussed that my car is my "real" baby.

"I might let you drive one of these days," I quipped, "when you get a little more experience."

"Oh, when you need me to drive you to your doctor's appointment when you can no longer drive?"

Maybe. Or maybe I will just check in with the doctor via "zoom."