Personal Narrative Essay : The Perfect Day Of Driving

yelled as he pulled me up. Right as I looked into his deep blue eyes, I felt like I was in one of the cheesy romantic movies. It felt as though there was a spotlight shining on us, and we were the only ones in the world.

I hate driving. I have some trepidation about using that word but hate is due where it’s due. And I hate driving. It might have something to do with the fact that no matter how good a driver I am, my safety is still in the hands of some over-confident twenty-something who is texting, eating, and driving simultaneously. Or maybe it’s the environmentally driven guilt I have while pumping gas. Either way, I just really don’t like driving. But, it was driving that made me realize I felt like an ant. I was in the left turn lane on my way home from a hot afternoon of summer band. The little green traffic arrow lit up and, much like ants following the instruction of a pheromone, we swung our metallic bodies in the instructed direction of travel and

I approached the vehicle and asked MD why she was driving without someone 21 years of age in the vehicle and she informed me that she just wanted to hang out with friends and watch the fireworks. I asked MD if anyone in the vehicle had consumed alcohol and she told me no.

It's Friday, March 25 in the morning at about 7:00 am when my mom wakes all of us up to get ready to leave. On the way to Minnesota we were driving, but still in suamico, we stopped at a Kwik Trip gas station to fill up the tank. We all were thirsty so we got a water from the cooler in the back of the truck, but my brother Roy spilled his all over himself and on the seats.”Good thing it's just water.” My mom said. As we drove across the imaginary line splitting Wisconsin with Minnesota there was a big rock carved into the shape of Minnesota that said, “Welcome To Minnesota.” When we were on the highway we almost got into two major accidents, the first one was when we had an open lane ahead the driver to the right of us tried coming into our lane right next to us and put our left two tires

It was a brisk foggy afternoon that was soon to turn to night. John had just waved by to all his friends at the party. It was a thirty minute drive home down some back roads in the country. Five minutes down the road it got dark and foggy, John was trying to get home as fast as he could safely. He was surrounded by open fields and corn fields on all sides. Then before he knew it his truck started to stall for an unexplainable reason. John immediately started to panic but tried to stay calm the best that he could. His truck came to a complete stop and there he was on a back road in the middle of nowhere. The only thing that he could see in front of him was a mailbox with a long drive with cornfields on both sides. John had no other option in the world

On October 31, 2017, my mom expected me to be home by 12:00am. I was driving at night and noticed that I was only forty-five minutes away. I thought about taking a shortcut through the woods. The roads appeared to be working after being reconstructed. The only thing that caught my attention was a sign. I looked at the sign and noticed that I had to be careful of how I drive. I normally drive 60 mph on highways. Sometimes, I go faster than that. I took exit 240 to get home. Ten minutes later, another sign appeared. On this sign, it mentions construction ahead. Since the road was fine, I thought it would not matter. I drove straight down the road without being nervous. I suddenly had a phone call from my mother. She asked, “Where are you?” I told her that I was only ten minutes away.

I often get asked why I don’t drive and my simple response to those who ask is simply that I have no interest, which isn’t necessarily true. The real reason I cower away from what I consider to be a huge responsibility of driving is because I have witnessed firsthand the crippling effects cars can have on the fragile human life. In February of my senior on a day that I had just happened to be home from school I received a text from an unusual number it was my best friend’s brother who had texted me to inform me that his sister, a girl who was at my house five times a week, someone who was attached to my hip had been hit by a car. The text was simple and nonchalant which made me think it couldn’t have been too bad.

Saturday had big plans with my family and didn't realize that I was supposed to go to azteca practice. I was so emotionally crushed I felt like my soul was being crushed by an evil elephant from hell, quitting was the only thing on my mind at that point. The drive there was so depressing i felt like eating a bullet just the thought of canceling my plans for this gave me aids the car drive there felt like it was in slow motion and the fact that my friend benito was driving made it that much worse since he drives slower than my grandma, it seemed like everything was black and white and the that was blasting in the car seemed nonexistent. once we showed up i regretted going just that much more since only about half the dancers even showed up I

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.

MY mom told me, “You aren’t that bad at driving, but you are never going to be better than me!”

Waking up the morning that I was meant to leave for my trip, all that I could do was try to will my bladder not to have to use the bathroom and inconvenient amount of times and trying to decipher the correct amount of water that I should drink in order to not have to go. When I woke up a peed, before I left, I peed, when I got to Anna’s house I peed again just for good measure- and that was all within a couple of hours. When we finally left on our 8 hour journey my new mantra was “don’t think about having to pee” which as you can assume was the adverse of what I was trying to do. For the first 3 hours I didn’t have to go, and I was so proud of myself. After that I gained some confidence and was like “I got this, I will pee when

Around the time I was getting settled into sophomore year at Memorial, I got my driver’s license. The freedom of driving alone was awesome but having my license was beneficial since I had an off-campus practice for the golf team nearly every day. At first, you could say I was a little bit paranoid because I was inexperienced and I was driving a nice truck which was my first car. Eventually, I felt more relaxed and I started to gain confidence behind the wheel. This false sense of confidence caused the biggest and definitely the most expensive mistake I have made in my entire life.

We were somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the desert when the drugs began to take hold. I remember saying something like "I feel a bit lightheaded; maybe you should drive. ..." And suddenly there was a terrible roar all around us and the sky was full of what looked like huge bats, all swooping and screeching and diving around the car, which was going about 100 miles an hour with the top down to Las Vegas. And a voice was screaming: "Holy Jesus! What are these goddamn animals?"

The day my mom told me she would let me drive her truck for the first time, could be explained as the most riveting moment of my life; moreover, it turned out to be the worst. Once I stepped into the drivers seat of our 1997, Toyota 4-Runner, I felt as if I was on top of the world. Soon enough, I started the truck and the smell of gas grumbled through the car as we started our way down our driveway. All I could think about was what was before me: the cloth seats rubbing up against my legs, my tight grip on the leather steering wheel, and my eyes focused on the road ahead. This moment was one in which I have been waiting for; on the contrary, this moment could have turned out better than it did.

then approached the vehicle driver’s side of the vehicle and noticed the two children. I noticed they were both covered in blood and Genesis Freeman was placed face down in the lap of Serenity Freeman. I could see the driver’s window was partly down and a pack of New Port cigarettes were on the ground next the rear door. I also noticed a child sock was on the ground on the passenger’s side of the vehicle. A child shoe was also located on the ground prior to the vehicle. I then proceeded back to my vehicle and was advised by Sergeant P. Orellano to escort Tillman Freeman III to Hoke County Sheriff’s Department. Detective J. Figueroa and I then followed a Hoke County Deputy to the Sheriff’s Office to interview Tillman Freeman III.