Speeding Toward the Future
by Charlotte Bennardo Secretly, we all love to break a rule...or two. Not the BIG ones, like robbing a bank or worse, but a little ones, like parking in a No Parking zone because we just have to run into the bank or such and will be out in five minutes. One rule I broke as a senior in high school (I can talk about it now because there won't be any repercussions!) occurred on the last day of classes. I had been one of the "good kids;" worked at my academics and extra curricula activities, didn't skip class (well, maybe only two or three times...), and obeyed the rules. Never gave the teachers or staff trouble. Didn't bully others. But... by senior year, I was ready to burst out of my safe cocoon. In my 1965 Mustang, painted cherry red with chrome wheels, I peeled out of the parking lot. (No one was in danger, and it was a small peel-out). Still. It was an act of defiance, rebellion, of breaking free. At least for that moment. It was my signal that I was breaking ...
