Yesterday was my birthday, 27 years of age, and I decided to take off two days from work and go to Hershey Park in PA, about a 3 and a half hour drive. I usually take off a day to go to Six Flags, but I wanted to do something different. I decided to bring my fifteen year old step sister, seeing as most of my friends couldn't go because they were working, or didn't have the money. My sister has never really been anywhere, and she envy's all the places i've been, and the nonstop traveling I do. She loved her little mini road trip, she loved sitting in the car watching NYC change to the farmland in PA. When we were in PA, she told me she wished we didn't have to go home and we could keep driving. I always feel the same way. Something about being on the road, especially when you have no set plans (which I usually do), is an amazing feeling. The wind through the car, the road ahead turning and elevations changing, the freedom that you are on no schedule, that you are far from everyone and everything you are attached to, and your routine, is an amazing feeling.
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