My Experience Of Driving

My time spent learning how to drive started at age 12 leading up to getting my license when I turned 16, driving has taught me many valuable lessons. To this day I am still learning lessons, every time my foot touches the accelerator. One of the greater lessons it’s has taught me is to have trust in my self. I can still remember the first time my Granpa looked over at me in the truck and said, “You wanna try driving through the pasture, I can scoot the seat up for you and I’ll be right here”. For me at the age of 12, or so I could not picture myself driving. The property was privately owned and not much harm could be done. It was an old overgrown apple orchard; the trees had began to make a tunnel, grass in some places was taller then I. The fence that gripped the cows in was a mile heigh and rusty. The path that I was offered to drive through seemed to be long. This path was narrow with bushes lingering out from all the corners. With this kind of offer of course I

I was one of the many who wasn’t fortunate enough to receive their license the first time through. I was slightly unprepared for the task and hit the curb on the 50 feet straight line back up. I wasn’t informed that I had to look behind me and not use my mirrors when backing up. I had practiced multiple times the day before to prepare my self thinking I would be all set and was doing great. The morning of the test my nerves took over and like most tests for me, I got way to nervous and over thought it. I then drove the car back and got the hear the speech from the instructor “You need to work on your backing up, parallel parking and you can send this green paper back for a new date”. I was holding back the tears as I got the lecture waiting for her to leave so I could get my disappointment out. About an hour after I was over this failure moment, went and sent out for my second