Personal Narrative: A Deaf Driver

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A “Deaf” Driver My father, who grew up on farmland in Wynne, Arkansas, began driving tractors and other heavy machinery when he was around the age of seven or eight. Likewise, my mother learned how to drive at an early age since her family owned a car garage, and they were always fixing numerous cars at once. Because both of my parents had driven from such an early age, they encouraged me to learn how to drive long before I could even get a permit. Both of them firmly believed that driving and being able to make judgement calls in a split-second were valuable skills for anyone to learn. Anytime we would visit my grandparents, who to this day live in an isolated farming community, my dad would take me out on the dusty gravel roads and help …show more content…

It was a Sunday afternoon in late autumn when the leaves were beginning to change colors. We had gone to church, changed into lounging clothes, and eaten a scrumptious dinner of fried fish and hush puppies. My dad and I had been arguing all day about whether or not I was ready to take the family truck out for a ride. He continually encouraged me by saying, “Once you learn how to drive, you’ll love it! You just have to be comfortable behind the wheel.” I, a teenager with a larger-than-life attitude, repeatedly replied, “Dad! I just don’t feel like it. I’ll figure it out when I’m older. After all, I am only thirteen!” After attempting to persuade me all day long, he was finally able to convince me to go for a drive by telling me that if I felt uncomfortable, he would not force me to continue driving. I decided that learning how to drive wouldn’t be that bad since there are usually only a few other cars around. So, I picked up the car keys and dragged the door shut behind me. I unenthusiastically trudged over to the pearlescent white truck and let out a nervous sigh. Obviously, I was not exactly excited about the day’s excursion. I opened the door, slid into the driver’s seat, moved the seat forward, and buckled up all before my father even had a chance to open his

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