Personal Narrative: My First Time Driving

I remember it like it was yesterday, my first time driving by myself. It was on October 10th,2016. The weather is clear and bright, but not hot enough to make you sweat. After a year driving under my father’s supervision, he finally believed that I’m qualified to drive by myself. I wouldn’t have minded if he let me drive by myself a few months earlier, but I trust his judgment as a better driver, I’m sure he has his reasons. Although, I suppose the car that I’ll be driving with for the first time must have made him quite nervous. I’ve heard many stories from my sister and cousins about their first time driving by themselves. Some said it was scary, nerve-racking, or even frightening. I would be lying if I said I’m not scared. The thought of crashing my car frightens me, along with some close calls I’ve had with my father. I shook it off, convincing myself that I will be okay. I head down to my garage, picking up my backpack and books along the way. My eyes feast upon the car that I’ll

He insisted on telling me to be careful, stay aware of my surroundings, and more things that he already told me countless times from yesterday. Knowing that he’s probably just concerned for me, I decided to stay quiet and listen to him once again. After the grueling 30 second speech that felt like an eternity, he finally handed me the key. He told me to take care for one last time, before he went to open the gates for me. With the key in my hand, I unlocked the car, as it beeps open. As I get in the car, the smell of lavender-scented air freshener welcomes me. I quickly adjusted my seat and mirrors, and then plugged in my USB into the car’s tape to play some of my favorite music collections. I proceed to start the engine, as it softly roars alive. The sound of the hybrid engine hums quietly; it’s a part that I kind of liked about this car. I drove out of the garage, said goodbye to my father and drove off to