A memory makes smile. That moment sparked a fire. It was everything I had wished for. I always wanted those moments, within these years, that I could look back on, in 40 years, and laugh or even say how stupid I was. That's what I wanted. I was such a cautious child though. I knew it was better to be safe rather than sorry. Honestly, it was when I turned sixteen that I realized that I would rather be sorry than safe. I'd rather regret something of spontaneous moments than regret not taking a chance at whatever the topic may be. It was when I went fifteen mph over the speedlimit to beat you, yet still lose, did I feel that adrenaline. Maybe it was just for a moment, but I looked forward to it each day. You and I would race back to our destination and tease each other about as soon as our vehicles were put in park. I didn't understand how in the hell you would beat me each day. It was because you went sixty-five mph in a thirty-five zone. It makes me smile. It was a moment that sparked a fire. I can now look back and laugh about how stupid I once was. Maybe I am stupid, but I'm happy.