It was beautiful: the feeling that followed leaving the press of the city. Watched the lights dwindle to specks in the rearview mirror as we drove over the Golden Gate Bridge, the wide endless expanse of the Pacific to our left and the swirling waters of the San Francisco Bay on our right. It was the beginning of freedom, the first sweet taste of a liberty that is almost impossible to find within the confines of suburbia. It was the start of an escape.
