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My Experience With First Driving
I remember when I first learned how to drive. I was eight when I got my first taste of driving. We lived in the country on a dirt road so there wasn't too much traffic. As most parents do, my dad put me in his lap and let steer the car. Or so I thought. Remembering back, I realize he was doing most of the steering and I was just holding the wheel. There were times when he would let me steer. Probably to see if I could really steer the car by myself. And as to be expected, I couldn't hold it steady for too long. I would be headed for the bushes when he would grab the wheel and say " That's enough for today" . At the age of eleven, I was puting the key ingition and actually starting the car up. By myself. This was a big deal for me. They actually let me start the car up by myself. (Lol! I was so silly.) He had gotten a little confidence in me. I could hold the car in the road by myself now. He was now sitting on the passenger side. I hadn't learned to give it the right amount of gas yet. It was like stop and go. He'd say give it some gas, and I would. I would give it too much though. He's say let off the gas, and I would. We'd be back to coasting with the snails. My dad worked out of town so it was a year before I knew how coordinate my foot, the accelator and the spedometer.
But once I did. Look out. I was now doing thiry-five to fourty-five miles an hour now. I considered myself to be flying. Boy was I was wrong. I was now about to graduate to pavement. It was time to hit the highway. The highway. Where the other cars were. Where big trucks were. Where if you didn't hold your car in your lane, you stood a good chance of getting hit. I was scared and nervous at the same time. I was back to crawling with the snails. Cars would go around me. Some would blow their horns at me. I was crushed. My dad would tell me not to let them bother me. As long as I was holding it in my lane, I was doing good. He knew how to make me feel better about my driving. No one was born driving. They had to be taught to drive. Just like he was teaching me. It didn't take me long to get used to driving on the highway. My dad had bought another car and my mom had started to teach me. They were now letting drive to the nearest city. It was about twenty miles away. Yep, I had gotten the hang of the highway. I had conquered the highway. There was more one more scare I had to go though.... The interstate. This really scared me. When I would ride in the back seat while my parents drove on the interstate, the 18-wheelers scared me. Too a young child, they were huge. One Saturday, my mom had to go shopping in the city. She packed us all up and told me to drive. I did. I thought she was going to take the wheel back before we got to the interstate like she normally did. She didn't. She told me
it was time to drive on the interstate. What she say that for? Oh my god. I was so scared. My heart was beating outside of my chest. I held on to that steering for dear life. I usually used one hand to drive. Not today. I was using both hands. I was checking my rear view and side view mirrors constantly. We were in the the right hand land but I was not taking any chances. I didn't want us to get run over by one of those big trucks. The speed limit was sixty-five. I held it at sixty. Cars, trucks and buses were zooming by us. My mom told me not to be concerned with them. "Just keep it the speed you have it at now and stay in your lane. You're doing good". I watched that spedometer. If I so much as went five miles over sixty, I let off the accelerator. Which was not good. Outof my nervousness, I would decelerate too much and I would have to nervously get back to sixty miles mph again. Needless to say, we made it to our destination in one peace. I didn't hit anyone. I did good. My mom drove us all back home. She took the back roads, too. The back roads. Where there is not much traffic. No big trucks. She had given me a small heart attack by having me drive on the interstate, and now she was taking the easy route home. |
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