Driving Changed My Life

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Chinese Proverb once said, “Learning is a treasure that will follow its owner everywhere.” Freedom, was my definition of driving. As a reserved, young girl, I always dreamed with the idea of going out with friends and being able to get to places on my own. The perception people gave of driving made me want to pursue that obstacle that kept me from knowing how to drive. Learning to drive a car changed my life because I became more independent, confident and mature. Learning how to drive never crossed my mind, until my friends started getting their own cars. The day of my birthday, when I woke up, my mom, brother, and dad were waiting for me in the kitchen to eat breakfast and cake, as a birthday tradition. I was really excited to be with my…show more content…
Although, there were two major problems . One of them was that i didn’t have a driving license. Not only that, I had to learn how to drive, and that was a bigger problem, I had never driven before in my life. However, my dad knew it was going to be hard for me to learn how to drive, since I had never been behind the wheel before. He told me it was going to be easy and we were going to have fun together, since we did not spend a lot of time with each other due to his job. It was a Saturday morning when my dad woke me up and said we were going to have breakfast to start my first driving lesson. He seemed so excited, and so was I. I was extremely nervous, but really wanted to learn. We had breakfast and went outside. He started by telling me some things I had to make sure were fine before getting in the car. He said I had to check that all four tires were ok, make sure the trunk is completely closed, to avoid accidents. After completely checking the exterior part of the car , we started with the interior part . My dad lectured me how to adjust the car seat and mirrors . I adjusted everything until I finally felt it was perfect. We put on our seat belts and turned on the car. First, we started by driving around my block. But, I just kept messing up. I would make very wide turns and kept forgetting to turn on my signal when giving a turn or changing a lane. I started to get frustrated, It was not easy as I thought it would be. The next day, I woke up and got ready to start my second lesson. I wasn’t as excited as the first day. We got in the car and I started driving around my neighborhood . My dad was very patient with me, although I wasn’t patient at all. I had difficulty grasping all I had to do while driving.I just wanted to give up. I was mad at myself for not doing things right as i was supposed to. My dad noticed the disappointed look on my face when I told him I wanted to
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