Personal Narrative: How Old Were You When You Began To Drive

Although I turned fifteen and a half over the summer, I still got my temporary licence, signed up for classes the very next day, and did my incars as soon as I possibly could. I figured out soon on that driving was not as easy as most people made it out to be. All of my friends made driving out to be fun and easy but not be. I found it difficult to stay in the lines and at the right speed every second I was driving. Even though my driving was subpar, I still passed my incars and driving school so when my birthday came, I figured I was one-hundred percent ready for my driver's test.

I struggled so much when learning to drive, I didn’t think I would ever be able to get my license. Everytime I go out and drive something different would always go wrong. I would get too caught up in the freedom of driving and listening to the blaring music that I would forget something. When I first started I wouldn’t think it would ever be this hard because my parents make it look so easy. When I was fifteen I was learning how to drive, but I kept struggling with a couple different aspects of driving. Eventually after I kept practicing I was able to perfect the art of driving, and come closer to becoming an adult.

The most outstanding moment of my life so far is when i got my first car.It was a cool March morning in Pensacola Florida.I had my drivers test at eight thirty in the morning at the DMV on W street.As i got to the DMV ,we checked in for my appointment we had made.Soon the instructor came out and told me it was my turn.As nervous but as ready as i could be,i followed him out to my car.After he checked to make sure all safety requirement were checked,i began my test.All i could remember was what my parents had told me.¨If you pass your drivers test you will get a car.¨.When i finished my test,i had only missed 9 points.So i went back into the DMV and took my picture for my license.On my way back home my mom said ¨we have something for you.¨.As

It is often considered a rite of passage when you become old enough to drive. A momentous trip to the Department of Motor Vehicles and you can now bask in all the glory that having a license allows. There is almost a countdown clock clicking away the time that must pass before you can make this a reality. A sleepless night is almost a guarantee on the night before you make that trek. I however, was an exception to this trend. Our family has been more mobile than most my entire life. Being on the road and on the move is something that is common place for me. Approximately every two years we move to a new place so my father can continue to serve in the military. It was during an eight day trek from California to Kansas that I realized that it is the winding roads and highways that connect our great country. The best way to see this country is clearly to travel on these roads is with a vehicle of some kind. Up until my senior year, my mother has been the primary driver for all my activities. Once we were settled in Kansas I realized it was time to get my license. My father decided to start looking for a vehicle for my brother and me to share. He spent his weekends scouring the ads. He stumbled upon a truck that looked too good to pass up. This was the starting point of my love hate relationship.

Most people remember the first time they got to sit behind the wheel of a car and the exhilarating feeling of control. The first time I drove came about in the final lap of the derby I raced in the summer before my freshman year of high school. The race took place in Daley Plaza in Chicago on a sunny Saturday afternoon. My team and I were filled with excitement and nerves as we prepared to begin the race. Everyone chose me to drive as our final driver, and the thought of potentially driving to secure our victory terrified me. Soon the race started and we were swept away in the first three crazy laps and the intense challenges. Finally, Aastha pulled up to our pit and scrambled out of the car to complete the challenge. I quickly threw on the

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

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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

At sixteen, I received my first job, and by the age of seventeen, I purchased my first car. While the car was only worth about $200.00, I gave the seller $1200.00. Along with overpaying, the car did not have a title of ownership. When I first purchased this car, I had the understanding with the seller that the vehicle had a salvage title, but only a bill of sell was given with the car. However, this was still not my worst experience with this automobile. From the inside to the outside, to under the hood, and even on paper, this car was an illegally procured nightmare.

That same summer, after my father got home from work a little early, he allowed me to ride the mow. Since the yard was already mowed the day before, I utilized this opportunity to practice my epic passion of becoming a NASCAR race car driver. My mother thought it was a little unusual that I aspired to the feeling of speed that is typically a dream that young boys have. Speed made me feel like I was the empress of the road and like I would arrive at my destination faster than anyone else, even though my destination lacked a beginning and end. The prior Christmas, I remember that my father purchased my sisters and I remote-controlled vehicles. Both of my sisters received a car each while I received a truck, a vehicle that can knock all other

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.

I think that the driving age should stay the same. One reason is that I think that if they are 16 they are old enough to drive. They have been through drivers’ education so they all should know what they are doing when they are driving. Also there parents should have already had them out practicing driving when they’re not in drivers education. I just feel that they are already old enough to be driving.

Around two months ago, I started driving. A couple days after my birthday, my dad took me to the Department of Motor Vehicles to obtain my learner's permit. At first, learning all of the functions and movements of a car was difficult, but I quickly grasped them after my school course and my parents started to teach me. As I began to become more familiar with the car, I started to drive through my neighborhood. Originally, I was nervous starting off, but after several times of being behind the wheel it begun to feel natural.

First day I drove the car I was 18 years old. It was my father new car. In my opinion driving is something for fun, it is something interesting. On day I hang out with my best friend, I was driving fast and without seeing the street, I was talking and laughing with my friend, suddenly I crash a taxi car. I was so afraid I told him that I will give you all the money you want but do not call the police. I gave him 1500 thousand dollar. I fix the small damage that happened to my dad car. Then I drove back to my home. When I arrived I press the gas instead of the break to park my car. Unfortunately I crash my home wall, it really was a disaster. After this situation I realized that driving mean your life, others life and it needs awareness.

The first time I drove a true car was two years ago. I begged my friend so many time to teach me how to drive. Fortunately, my roommate his left his car to me when I came to ASU. Every day when I got out of class, I would drive the car around Tempe. But every thing got change after that Friday. It became a nightmare for me.