Personal Narrative: Is Driving A Right Or A Privilege

For my sixteenth birthday my parents rewarded me with a car, but I couldn’t drive it for a very long time because I still had my Learner’s Permit. My parents soon agreed that if I get my Driver’s License, I would be allowed to drive my car to school and wherever I wanted to go, as long as I had their permission. In the beginning of summer 2014, I finally gained the confidence, and was positive that I was ready to get my Driver’s License. I was so excited, yet nervous at the same time. I took the test, and passed it on my first try. My parents

The day I got my driver's license marked the beginning of my independence and transitioned me into adulthood. It was one of the best days of my life thus far, and I will remember it forever.

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.

The first situation is whether to allow my sixteen year old granddaughter drive the car to school before she gets her license to drive. This is important because she has to be sixteen years old to get her license. She sees her other peers driving their parent’s car to school and after school she wants to come home quicker than riding on the bus. Does she know the importance of driving a vehicle? I want to teach my granddaughter the importance of taking responsibility and doing what she sees other do. I ask her do you want to take the driver’s license test, so you can get your license. She replied yes! So I took her to the driving license place to take the test and she passes the test and received her license. The man giving her the road test to see if she can drive, told her she have to watch out for other drivers and watch her driving. Accident is easy

While many people receive their licenses at sixteen, I waited until I was twenty-three before I attained my license. When the day ultimately came for the test, my mother and sister dropped me off at the license branch. After I took and passed the written exam, I waited to hear the driving instructor call my name. As I sat there, it seemed that an eternity passed before I heard my name called and my driving instructor introduced herself. When we left, there were butterflies in my stomach as we walked to my car. By performing a safety test, she established that

Not driving in the state in which I reside is considered unusual especially for someone within my age bracket not just because you can start driving at the age of 15, but because Florida is probably one of the worst states for public transportation. I can tell you from a first person perspective that it is not fun or easy to wait around for a bus that is thirty minutes to an hour late, although this is something that is to be expected on the off chance that the bus is actually on time you could miss it just for expecting it to be late.

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

Usually someone receives there permit around the age of 16, one can only imagine the anxiety I had being a 18 or 19 year old young adult walking in for my permit test. Well, I went into the DMV passed the test and soon as I was getting ready to walk out the woman who was helping me exclaimed that the 3oclock person that was scheduled for a driving test has canceled and that I could take their spot verses having to come back at another time especially since they didn’t have any other appointments available for a while, I immediately said no, I was so terrified, the lady said “sweetheart it’s now or never”, I eventually gave in and agreed to take the test. I followed all instructions she gave me before the actual driving instructor came, I continuously prayed that everything would go okay. I do recall making two small mistakes, but I ended up passing and I was elated, I even volunteered to drive my mother home and myself to work, unfortunately she said no, but at least I conquered my fear and completed something that I just didn’t see myself accomplishing anytime soon

There is something about driving fast around sharp curves while poorly belting the words to the popular song you hate, playing on the radio. Even more emotion determining hormones are released when the individual beside you harmonizes your toneless voice while tightly gripping the door handle. We were looking for the closest thing to peace, and found it somewhat by driving off the road and into an endless field. Alex rolled her window down and stared into the opaque air as if it would help her centralize our location. “Get out. Let’s go!” she told me, while climbing through the window to the roof of the car. With the radio still blaring, I met her at the top. We spoke of those things that made us happy, the memories making us sad, those stupid

Learning how to drive is almost every teens dream, but having a wreck isn’t. Back when I got my license and started to drive, I was the type of person that believed I would never get into a wreck. I drove too many miles over the speed limit, had the music blasting, and carried more than 4 passengers at a time. There would be times where I got into a car with kids not buckled up, no license, and no insurance. My aunt Shenna’s burgundy Buick Lacrosse was the go-to car. She let my cousins, sister, and me borrow it whenever we had gas money. If there was a million dollar prize for the craziest, most dangerous teen driver, I probably would’ve won it. The day that I had my first wreck and got my first ticket was the day that my life changed forever.

Drivers Ed is almost done for me. Hallelujah! It’s not that I don’t like the class itself or the teacher, it’s just the fact that it is twice a week for three hours. I understand that we have to have a total of 30 hours in the classroom, but that’s so long! It takes up a lot of time that I could spend doing other things, such as going to practice for the musical.

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

When I first received my driver’s license, I did not have a car of my own. Then, my father surprised me with a used Jeep, but there was one problem: it was a stick shirt, or manual, and I had no clue how to drive it. My father offered to teach me how to change gears and use the clutch, which must have taken a lot of patience. I would drive around parking lots or down my long driveway every day until I felt comfortable driving on the roads. After some crying and stalling in the middle of parking lots with people sometimes behind me, I eventually learned that all it took was practice. It took me about a month until I was able to drive without having my father in the passenger seat, and now I am glad that I have acquired this new skill because

On my birthday, I was eager to acquire my license and drive like a free man. I can remember standing at the DMV in a warm room full of body’s. The time it took myself to accept my license was a rough hour. I stepped in the car and drove around the block, and passed my parallel parking. I was excited to obtain my license on my first attempt, and get to drive without an adult. I was able to pick up friends, drive myself to food stops, and to work. Having a license is pleasurable until you realize the flashing blue, and red lights are behind your car.

     If you had told me when I turned sixteen that I couldn’t get my license until I turned eighteen, I would have thrown a fit. Now that I am older, I realize that I had no business driving an automobile at 16 years old. I was the typical teenage driver. The cool one, who had the “Detroit