Narrative About Driving

She was patient; she did not push me to drive in areas that I was not comfortable to drive in. We drove around the residential neighborhood for so many times until I felt comfortable going out into the main streets. I was very bad at turning, at driving at the right speed, at stopping smoothly, at changing lanes, and everything else you could think of. My mother understood that; instead of trying to teach me every skill at once, she took the time to teach me one skill at a time. For example, we circled around a particular route for about ten times, just to let me practice turning left. It was an incredibly slow process, but it was what was needed to let me build some confidence in my driving

“I’m driving as fast as I can without going over the speed limit. Your grandma isn’t going anywhere. We will be there in a few minutes. Just relax.” Mom says.

“Mom, I’ve already told you. I’m going out for the weekend,” I responded, yelling but my voice monotone.

“I can’t wait till I grow and will finally be able to drive on you.”

My sister had already came from that way so I could just go around. But, she I guess thought the EXACT same thing. My break on my scooter had been broken for a while and there was no break on the tricycle. I was going so fast you could barely see the green on my scooter. “WATCH OUT!!!” my dad screeched.

My dad replied, “Maybe we should keep driving.” As we kept driving my family started to

When I turned thirteen and I started drinking and staying out past curfew, she said, “If you’re ever in trouble, call me. If you ever need a ride, day

My parents, were tired of driving me everywhere. That’s when they took the decision of teaching me how to drive. They made me choose between my mom’s or my dad’s car. So I choose my mom’s car because it has better sound. My parents, told me the basic stuff to know when driving. For example, why should I wear a seatbelt, what are the lights used for. I was

"I was eager to drive, then I found out about traffic, and it's not like I can just go anywhere I want. It's a lot easier to let someone drive for me."

There was always that one dream, a dream you wondered hours about when it would become true, one thought of you accomplishing it would make twinges of excitement flow through your body. Ever since my dad got me Need for Speed on my Xbox 360 for my 8th birthday, I have wanted to drive a real car. As a child, I would always yell at my dad to go faster. At that point of my life, everything was an ongoing race and thus, speed was the key. I had always begged my dad to let me steer the car but as always, I had gotten a disappointing answer. Finally, it was all a dream, turning 18, and getting a driver's license. How cool was it to drive your own car and go wherever you want? It was a whole new level of freedom and finally, after 18 years of dreaming

My first time being behind the wheel wasn’t such a good idea. It was in a parking lot by montrose and I almost ran the car into the grass where the trees were. I thought it would’ve been easy because I would always look at my dad drive. When this happened, my dad got mad and started screaming at me. I really got upset because it was my first time driving a car and he couldn’t have patience for it. Once he started screaming at me, I just got out the car and went to the back side of it. Afterwards, my dad kept teaching my brother on how to drive.

“I'm so glad my son. Never thought that I would get you back,” my mother told me as she opened the car’s door for me.

“I know Mom”, I said as I got out of the car. I walked over to Ben, his siblings, and parents, said hi and gave Ben’s mom his present and went to get my fourwheeler out of my dad’s truck.

One winter day as I was sitting on the couch, scrolling through Facebook on my phone, my dad said to me, "Come outside. You're about to learn how to drive a manual."

Lately, a significant amount of people have told me how great of a driver I am, especially for my age. While driving on a cool morning in May, traffic was light on the turnpike. Although I had been driving for two hours, I was alert, yet relaxed. It was the perfect day for driving; the sun was out, but it wasn’t glaring into my eyes. The air was beautiful; when I took a breath, it tasted fresh and clean. My mother was with me on this drive. She evidently was enjoying herself as she watched the scenery pass on her side of the turnkey. As I looked at the road, I asked “Enjoying it Mom?” Her voice was calm and relaxed “Yes Robert, I am enjoying this very much so.” With the silence of this perfect day, I could hear the steady purr of the engine. I noticed up ahead that there was a big truck spouting voluminous amounts of smoke into the air. Behind the big truck was a sleek, blue convertible, that appeared to be fine with driving behind the slow truck. I noted that due to the fact I was going a smidgen over the speed limit, I was going to overtake both vehicles in a matter of minutes. Seeing as the roads were in such a good condition, I decided to try and overtake both vehicles. I was in complete control of my vehicle when all of a sudden the blue convertible veered into my lane. As it was veering, it hit my car approximately on my right front fender, causing my car to be knocked into the shoulder that was next to the turnpike median strip. From my driving lessons, I knew that