The man gave me an option: drive the long way home or take the difficult turn into the ?Englewood? sign. It was a hard choice; I had a split -second decision to make. I choose to take the ?Englewood? sign; little did I know I was in for a big surprise. I thought I was driving at a reasonable speed but when I came up to the turn I was faced with another decision: hit the curb or the brick wall that was coming up on me quickly. I decided, you guessed it, the curb it just seemed the safer way.
The driving instructor grabbed the wheel in a frantic fury to get me back on track. That was my first day driving a car. I have driven cars before, I kind of considered myself to be a professional. My first time behind the wheel was when I was two it was a Mercedes. I bet you are thinking how can a two-year-old drive?
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I now have my permit not because my dad made me get it but so I wouldn?t be embarrassed the next time the situation came around. I have learned you must work hard at whatever you want to accomplish. Not everyone has the natural ability to everything.
ung too. I believed I was the coolest kid on the block. As I got older I went on to bigger things. Bicycles, it was like driving except for the fact you used more leg power in the process. As I began to maneuver the bike with such ease I started to get the itch for what every sixteen-year-old wanted, a license to drive.
Last summer, a month after my birthday, I went to get my license. I was excited and nervous at the same time. I received my test with my father in the other room cheering me on. I was only allowed to miss five questions on the test. As I sat there and watched the man grade the test right in front of my face my leg began to shake.
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