Personal Narrative Essay : My First Car Accident

Usually as a sophomore in high school we experience one of the most exciting things, driving. The minute one turns fifteen and a half we race to the DMV, take the test, and get our temporary licence. This is where we spend the next half a year in a car with our parents, practicing and being told everything to do and not to do.

I thought I would have had it all figured out after my first accident. Those memories that were given to me that day still haunt me today. I can recall a rush jolting through my body to hurry to the rehabilitation center, which in hindsight should have been a normal walk due to the injury I was currently recovering from. As I sprinted to my red 2002 Nissan Xterra with a paint job that was badly singed by the sun’s radiation, the final bell went off and hordes of juniors and seniors were on my tail, rushing to their cars as well. It was already bad given my current state but what must be done must be done. I then gave it all I could with an adrenaline fueled rush and made it to my car, (granted that I am not the most defensive driver as I tend to get to my next destination in a more swift manner). Covered in a pool of sweat and with little to no time to spare, I made it out of school grounds to no surprise of catching myself immersed in pain as the adrenaline left my body. Luckily, the pain faded away as I was overcome by the cool breezes of the California air, relaxing slow jams , and being able to cruise through the streets. This great euphoria came to an abrupt stop, it was not for the way I was driving but a certain feeling in my gut that comes only before disaster strikes. Not only did my mental delight cease but so did my ability to cruise once I turned onto the freeway running into “Rush Hour” traffic. Nothing more than hundreds of automobiles in all directions ranging

Finally I can learn how driving, been waiting to do this, good thing it’s the summer got learn how drive before school start. It shouldn't be that hard right? My dad told me it just like driving a go cart, so it should be cake.The only thing I'm worry about is getting on the highway, all the cars going fast just scared me. I'm going tell you my story about me learning how to drive for the first time.

I was eight months old when my chubby little body broke its strongest bone. Being my outgoing, curious self I was beginning to become more and more comfortable with the edges of my parents bed. With my brother not paying attention, I decided to test my knowledge of life. The result of me falling to the ground is captured in photographs, a chubby kid with a groin high blue cast, sitting on top of the same bed.

There was also a small truck and a small bus that hit each other. They didn’t catch fire, but there was a body on the ground beside them. As soon as I saw it, there was a cold wave of recognition crashing through my body, making my vision sway as I realized, it was dead. No questions like why, how he died. Nothing. Just a frozen state of mind. My throat ached as I used every breath. There was less, and less oxygen remaining in the car. I dared to open the window. Warm fresh air mixed with a smell of burnt grass hit me in my face.

The first time I drove. So, my grandmother decided to risk here life to teach me to drive for only two blocks. And my grandmother was a horrible teacher because she is used to standard cars and not automatic, so she puts her feet on both the gas pedal and the brake. Anyways, I can't believe that the car seems to go so fast and I was only going 5 mph! And then, I didn't know how to brake and my grandmother almost hit her head on the dash! Luckily, we made it

I’d never thought enough had happened in the sixteen and half years I had been alive for much of anything to pass in front of my eyes during a near death experience. I was wrong. You know those nights when you lie awake in bed and replay interactions long forgotten by everyone but you? You wonder what people thought, what you could have done differently. This experience felt much the same. In your head is all of your missteps and slip-ups, the advice you should have taken but were too stubborn to listen to, the people you’ve let down. It all sprawls out in front of you like a sunset stretching across the horizon as you drive over a big hill.

The roar of the engine, the wind in your hair these represent the freedom of owning your first car. I learned how to drive in our cow pasture when I was only ten years old, and after that I dreamed of the day that I would have my very own car. I was so excited to get and drive my own car, little did I know that my dream would come crashing down.

As I felt the truck buck, I knew I that hadn’t switched gears properly. The engine shut off and the evening dragged on. “You killed it,” my father told me. I restarted the old truck up and tried driving again. Learning to drive was very difficult for me, but I needed to learn so that I could transport my brother and me to school and wherever else we needed to go. I waited to get behind the wheel of an automobile until I finished the dull driver’s education class that my parents had signed me up for a month after turning fifteen. I thought that I would easily pick up driving since I had passed all the written tests without any problems, but I was wrong.

I remember when I bought my first car’s insurance 10 years ago. I went to a insurance’s agency to buy my car’s insurance, I still remember how I was tread at my arable at that offices. Everybody was so kind and welcoming. One off the lady offered me a cup of coffee and ask me how she could help me. Everything was going perfectly. So, I explained to the lady that I needed information for a car’s insurance. Then she told me to had a seat and someone will help me shortly. I wait for a little while for the next available insurance’s representative.

I will be telling how I got hit by a car when I was in third grade.When I got hit by that car it was playing to hurtful to sad to happy.So it started when my sisters wanted to go racing in a field so we went to the field and we were going to go down and back so when they said ready set go I act like that I was going to race and go home.So I crossed the road and my sister said come back so I can back so on my way back I got hit by a car and the person that hit me knew my mama.I got hit on my left side and I broke my leg, bleeding in my ear, a crack in my skull, and glass in my body.So the person that hit me turned around and got out the car and helped me but I tried to get up and run but i felled back

It was the summer before college around February. When I got my first car, a 2001 Honda Civic This car was something special to me because not only was it my first car but it has yet to break down on me. I've had a little issues here and there, but it gets me where I need to go. One day I went over to my dads to get my brakes fixed and I had the perfect breaks afterwards. But it wasn't installed 100% correctly. On one of my front brakes he forgot to put a brake pad in between the rotaries and the metal. So it was being chewed out because metal was rubbing against metal. The sound of the metals rubbing together was like a cannonball being scraped on concrete. So about a month after the excruciating noise I decided to stop by tires plus to

When something happens in your life when least expected, it is not always a good thing. Three years ago I didn’t think my life could be turned upside down, but it did. I and my husband started fighting a lot, and couple months later, we lost our house, and life started going downhill from there. As soon as I thought everything was getting better, it just got three times worse. This year, I told myself I was going to make it better for my family, but then I lost my kids to CPS.

The car ride over was one of the longest I have ever been in, answering questions and looking out of the window of the beat up red Honda truck. "How long has this been going on?" he asked "Since my mother died when I was five" I replied my voice thick with anxiety.We pulled into the drive way and he walked me to the door, sticking as lose to me as he could get. As we walked through the door and into the cramped living room I froze. Fear radiating off of me like heat from the sun, I tiptoed to my room Max following suit, careful not to wake up the sleeping giant. I should have known he would have ditched work that day. I ran in, packed up my things and we ran out. We peeled out of the driveway so fast my dad wouldn't have had the time to register

Thank goodness no one was injured and there was minimal damage to the vehicles. We went through all the steps of exchanging insurance and getting the police report filled. It wasn’t until I calmed down and stopped shaking that I realized something. Well about a year ago my step dad had accidently backed into the back of my car. There wasn’t enough