Start Walking

June 14th, 1997 was a clear, sunny Saturday. I would soon be thankful that. It was also the day that I took my SAT test. You know, the test that was supposed to help determine whether or not you could get into the college of your choosing. Like almost any other test I've taken in my life, I obsessed too much about it and did plenty of cramming to prepare for it. At the time, I lived just outside Sunbury, PA and the test was being held 20 miles away at a high school in Shamokin, PA. Early that morning, my father and sister dropped me off and wished me luck. The test went ok. It took several hours, but I got through it and ended up scoring high enough to get into most of the schools I was looking at. After I finished, I wandered the halls of the school in search of a phone to call my sister to come pick me up. When she answered, she told me that Dad was taking a nap. I asked her to wake him up and see if he would let her...