I have only been in a limousine twice in my life.
The first time my dad had hired one to take my mom out on a date for their anniversary.
After it dropped them off at dinner, the driver came back to my house and took my brother, me, and our babysitter to Publix.
The second time I was with Megan's family and we drove to Brandon to look at Christmas lights.
I didn't think the lights were very impressive, but they did and took pictures while standing up and looking out the sun roof.
There were small, pinhole lights on the ceiling that changed colors.
Red.
Orange.
Yellow.
Green.
Blue.
Purple.
Red.
Orange.
Yellow.
And I thought about them and what their purpose was.
Their tiny bulbs were not even strong enough for me to look at what I had written on my hand earlier that day. Something that now seemed of great importance.