In the spring of 1990, as a 10th grader, I embarked on serene bus rides from Pauma Valley, a time for reflection amidst untouched landscapes. Fast forward to today, Highway 76 buzzes with activity, transforming from tranquil stretches to lively scenes due to flourishing casinos. Among these memories, one Saturday stands out—the day of my first driver’s education class, marked by anticipation and the calming presence of Mr. Thompson. His simple wisdom, “Everyone’s a beginner once,” eased my nerves, leaving a lasting impression.