For me, like many people who are blind, turning sixteen was hard. As I attended a public high school, my classmates spent the months before this birthday talking about the sports cars they wanted. Most of them, of course, wouldn’t get one, and would end up borrowing mom or dad’s clunker. Some of them dreamed of convertibles, some of Mustangs, and a few wanted Jeeps. I knew I wasn’t getting a car since I wouldn’t be able to drive it.