Privileged

I rode my bicycle in circles.  Around and around in tighter and tighter circles, arcing a suburban parking lot. I had made it, from my home, with my friends, to that local shopping center for the first time.  My first time away from my parents, by my own power and will.  There was a grocery store, a hardware store, the dime store (now a dollar store), a drug store, and a laundromat.  You couldn't possibly need anything else in that town, and I no longer needed my parents to get there.
I rode my bike with my friends, in that parking lot.  Around that parking lot.
And I found a reason to swear.
"Hell", I said. And I felt strong.
"Hell", I said.  And I knew I earned it.
And because my parents are good, and strong, and would disapprove of my language,
I knew it was wrong, but without them, there would have been nothing to embrace.
"Hell", I said.