Article November 5, 1966 Issue

A Night for Beginning

[Of special interest to juniors]

JOANNE MAZNA GARINGER

It was just a gray tinny station wagon—a lumbering old grandfather of a car, compared to the sleek, dazzling sports models some of the students at high school were driving. But when Dad handed me the keys one sunny afternoon and said that now I could take the car myself when I needed it, that old nag of a car suddenly looked like a real thoroughbred to me!

This was my junior year at Pine Valley High, and my Safe Driving instructor complimented me on my smooth driving technique as he handed out the grades. My parents were very generous with the car now. Dad's only rules were that I obey the traffic laws and drive only to the agreed destination and then come straight home.

One Saturday night after my girl friend and I had left the movies, I got what I thought was a bright idea. "Let's go up to Lookout Drive—it's too early to go home now!" Judy agreed; so we changed our course and headed out across the foaming cataracts of Indian River up a winding road which led to a high, forested plateau overlooking the city. I knew in my heart that Dad and Mother would be against this detour. As a Christian Scientist I also felt a strong allegiance to the Ten Commandments. But the fifth one, "Honour thy father and thy mother: that thy days may be long upon the land which the Lord thy God giveth thee,''^{Ex. 20:12;} troubled me. I wasn't certain I was always bound to that one. Mom and Dad were just great most of the time, but they could be so stuffy about my staying out late, wanting to know exactly where I was.