Quinceañer A Personal Narrative

After I got my permits my mom and dad started to let me drive the car more and take them places when they aren’t feeling like driving. When I got my license they began to send me to places alone to go get stuff for them that they needed. The first place they sent me was to Bogalusa to go meet up with my sister at her job at citi trends. I knew where and how to get to Bogalusa because I been there so many times, but the only thing I couldn’t remember sometimes is where my sister job was at. So every time I was to make it to Bogalusa I would call my mom or my sister to give me directions. The next day the whole family wanted to go out to eat somewhere at a restaurants to celebrate me for passing my driver’s license test, but the only thing about was that I had to drive the whole time and it was supposed to be a surprised for me. I had to drive all the way to Hattiesburg to some restaurant I never been to before. The food there was good and I had really enjoyed myself. That was one of the best things to happen to me in my life. All I got to say about driving is that it was the best of the best thing to ever happen to

In today’s world, the idea of a sixteen-year-old driving has become a way of life. If some decide to think about it, most teenagers these ages should not be on the road driving. The majority of the drivers still have no job or still lives with their parents, and most are also still in school. For the most part, they have no way to get to school, and to get from school. In order for them to get to school, they would have to ask their parents. There have been plenty of times when I wanted to drive somewhere because my parents were not home. I know that therefore so many teenagers younger than sixteen anxious to get on the road to drive. They may think they are responsible, but they should not be on the road

He looks at me and says,” we are going to the school and look at your wreck.” I get into his red Toyota Corolla and we head off to Croatan high school it was a quiet trip no radio was on just silence. We get to the school we park behind my wrecked car and we both get out of the car I get out his tool bag out of the trunk. My dad starts looking at the car and figured out what happened without me explaining what happened. So we started figuring out how we get the bumper free from the metal frame and after about 20 minutes of fight it we cut out some of the light wiring holding the lights in. It came off 10 minutes later with a lot of pulling it surprisingly we didn’t break the bumper more than it already was. I throw the bumper into the trunk I ask my dad, “Do you think I will be okay driving without any headlights.” He replies,” No you would get pulled over very quick.” I reply,” How do you want me to get this home.” Which he said, “well you’re going to go slow and I will follow right behind you with my flashers on.” So I said, “okay” and started my car and started to leave and head home. All I could say after this is do not get into wrecks it’s not

When I was sixteen, I had just gotten my driver’s license, I was out running errands. I needed to

As a kid car ride seemed pretty much fun. But it isn't fun when you are behind the wheels and drive on your own. You would have a lot of responsibility on you when you are on the road. Some responsibilities would be such having your eyes on the road at all times, following the speed limit and other laws and seatbelt for your safety. I’ve always wanted to drive a car, especially when I used to going everywhere with my dad sitting on the passenger seat. I went to driving school on March 2011, it was a couple months after I turned sixteen. I had six hours of driving lesson with drivers ED training hours and drove with my dad all the time. My parents never let me drove on my own even moving the car out the driveway which was great they were following the rule and my safety. I failed on the parking partial of the test so I went back for a

On the day I turned sixteen, I was very excited to take on more responsibilities especially with being able to drive. I was given a Toyota Corolla on Christmas Day and it was my first car that I was able to drive immediately. However, me and my parents made a deal that they would pay for car insurance and I would pay for

A few days before my 16th birthday my dad asked if I wanted him to take me out to practice driving. As I jumped up screaming yes, he threw me the keys. I ran to the car as fast as I could, extremely excited. My hands were shaking from the amount of excitement and nervousness I was feeling as I sat behind the steering wheel. I started the car and turned to my dad for the next instruction. I noticed he looked a little nervous, but his eyes were filled with tears. I thought he can’t be that nervous about my first drive, can he? So I asked him if everything was okay and as tears rolled down his cheeks he assured me, “Everything is fine, it’s just hard to see you growing up so fast.” We hugged, cried, and then laughed together. That is

I had just got my lisence a few months ago. I had been driving around with an automatic transmission car for the longest time. My dad owned a manual transmission car, also called stick or stick - shift, and I always wanted to learn how to drive it, but he told me I wasn’t ready. My opportunity came a few months later when we were going to buy a new car for my dad. In order to do so, we needed to trade in my car. The only way I was going to be able to drive was if I could drive my dads old stick car. I knew this was going to be my only chance to learn, so needless to say, I took up the offer.

My first driving lesson was when I was 14 years old. It was on a Friday night, in the church’s parking lot. I jumped into the big blue van and turned the van on. I sat in front of the steering wheel and I felt my butterflies in my stomach. I was very nervous and excited at the same time. I pushed on the breaks and slowly switched from the parking gear to the driving. I slowly let go of the brake and pushed the gas petal gently. I went around the parking lot and parked in front of the church. I got off enthusiastically and admired my parking until I noticed that the wheel was on the curb. I tried going in reverse to fix the car so that my dad wouldn’t yell at me. But who was to know that I wasn’t going to be able to fix it? Apparently my father

I started to take a Driving License. The license was easy.The day of driving test has come. My father woke me up at five pm for the driving test. He was mad and though we were late.Turned out we came early and I pass the driving test.

Well, driving a car is a fun and an easy task for most of the people, but for me it is a very challenging and difficult task. I say that, because I was so excited to drive a car, but it is just a fact of life, that things don't always work out as planned. I passed the permit test, and the next day I went outside with my brother to start driving. Imagine with me, the first time you move the steering wheel, step on the gas and brake pedals. Not even a five minutes passed, I confused which pedals I have to hit to stop the car, instead of hitting the brake pedal, I stepped on the gas pedal very hardly end up me with a minor car crash. The praise of God, nothing happened to me or to my brother; just I got a ticket and the front light bulbs of

It was the end of another boring and somewhat terrible year of high school, my sophomore year to be specific. I had just recently passed my driver’s test after many failed attempts. I was the youngest person in my class and the only one without a car. I had been begging my parents for months for the car that I kept seeing in all the ads and commercials, but every time they would tell me, “You’re barely 16 and got your license by the skin of your teeth. You do not need a brand-new car, let alone a car in general.” They were right though,

One rainy day mid-June, a few weeks after my sixteenth birthday, my mother and father told me that I was ready to go take my driver’s test. It had been a long road getting to this day, from my father grunting as a take turns too wide and my mother pushing her foot into the imaginary brake hidden under the passenger seat. I was ready to gain some of my own freedom (get the two crazy people out of the car), so I went into the DMV sure that I would walk out proudly as a licensed driver.

Everyone has been through that time in their life when they're in their mid-teens, and start to obtain new privileges and responsibilities like driving for the first time, and or getting a first real job. One might sound dull, and boring, but the other is something every teen cannot wait to experience, but unluckily for me my first driving experience wasn't so great. A couple months back, I was in my auto technical class, and the class, and I were doing our day to day shop work when my instructor came up to me, and said he needed a car moved so we can check it out. He handed me the keys no questions asked most likely because I had neglected to tell him I haven't even gotten my permit yet. So me and my buddy ran to the car with excitement and I hopped into the driver side assuring my friend I knew what I was doing after he’d asked me about three times. I put the vehicle in drive and it started to move at that moment I realized I didn't know to hold the brake down and ended up colliding with the truck in front of us.

As soon as I turned sixteen years old, it was time to take responsibility. I had a beater Honda Civic that sat in my driveway; it was torturing me because I was not able to call it mine yet. The car certainly was not going to pay for itself because it was no longer my parents’ responsibility. Once the car was purchased, we agreed that every expense was to be paid by me. How on earth would I afford to drive around in a car without any money? My first instinct was to start filling out job applications locally. I was all excited as I hustled to the car to start collecting applications, but I had no gas. I borrowed ten dollars from my mom just to get a little bit of gas in my tank. Unfortunately, she wouldn’t budge anymore than that, and she