As soon as all my friends started talking about learning how to drive in high school I wanted to learn to drive. Before I knew it I was registered for driving school and had my permit. This permit granted me access to a car with the supervision of an adult.
The first time I went out driving I was terrified. I didn't really know what to expect. I imagined the racing arcade games. Obviously, I shouldn't floor the gas pedal, and I hoped I would stay away from the concrete walls. haha. My mom refused to teach me how to drive, but my dad's was all for it. He was a little nervous especially since I'm the first to learn, but he was willing to teach me.
Once I got behind the wheel it felt right. With my dad's guidance I think I became a great driver. I was a little nervous with the turns and the freeway, but after lots of practice I got my license the first time I took the test.
Toward the end of the practice period, my mom started to drive with me, but she still doesn't favor it. In her opinion I'm a scary driver and I drive exactly like my dad. My mom likes to be behind the wheel. She makes sure to tell me when to brake and when I'm coming too close behind another car. It's kind of frustrating.
However, I appreciate that she watches out for me, and always tells me to be safe when I leave to hang out with friends. And I do enjoy the times that she does allow me to drive, like today. It made me feel good to be able to give a little something back to them after all they do for my brother and I.
I hated learning to drive with my parents. They were the most frustrating people in the world. My mom would do that "phantom brake" thing and grip the "oh crap" handle. My sister was even worse, screaming at me.
ReplyDeleteI loved driving with my brother. he would sit back, read a magazine, and tell me to drive. It was beautiful .