My Car-Personal Narrative

Sticking my hands in warm bubbly soap water, I scrubbed at the wheels trying to get every last square inch of dirt off. I glanced over at my mom as she cleaned the car with a large brush. That day I turned fifteenth, and I felt a little disappointed because cleaning a car would not remain on my list of fun things to do. But then I suddenly remembered my parents telling me that when I turned fifteen, I could back the car out. Then an idea popped in my head, and I asked my mom to allow me to drive her car. There was silence in between us, then she responded saying she will think about it. I felt a little disappointed that she did not give me a yes or no answer, but at least she said she will think about it, which made me cheerful. Once the car got completed, she announced that I could drive it.

All of my feelings just blew up like colorful fireworks in the sky. I ran inside to get the keys, and then hopped in the drivers seat. Sitting in that seat I was prepared to drive for the first time, but I also felt extremely nervous. I knew that I needed to be in full serious mode because I had complete control of this three thousand pound car. As I started putting pressure onto the power button, the car engine started up. More build up of excitement grew in me. As soon as the car turned on, mom showed me how the basics work. We set the mirrors, moved the stick to reverse, and turned off the big break. I felt even more worried because we let the dogs outside. To be honest, they are not too smart about cars, so I made sure to be extra careful and look every time I moved the car. My mom, on the other hand, looked even more worried, which I understand, but she put on a brave face. Once everything was all set, I began