Sixteen
I remember turning sixteen back in the early 1980s. Sixteen. Wow. That was probably bigger than twenty-one or even thirty. Sixteen was, for us at the time the age of Independence. It was the age when we could start working, and start driving. Back then there were no "conditional" licenses or permits. On your sixteenth birthday you could go to DMV, take the test and walk out with your full license. I already had a car waiting for me - a 1974 Ford Pinto. It was so long ago the CT plates were still all numbers, no letters. My first plate was 686-696. Yes, it was a Pinto, and it was ten years old when I got it but it was the first slice of real freedom I had. We lived far from town in a place where there was no public transportation. Once I got my license, on my birthday, I was off and running. I got my first job immediately. I will never understand this thing where kids are turning eighteen and twenty years old and do...