Personal Narrative Analysis

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I first learned how to drive when I was fifteen years old. I am now twenty-one years old and extremely grateful to have the privilege of driving my own vehicle. My experiences of learning how to drive were quite easy, but challenging at the same time. I first got behind the wheel of my father’s Chevy Silverado pickup truck parked on the curb of our neighborhood, with my father in the passenger side. As I buckled up my seat belt, my palms sweating and my heart racing because I was so nervous yet excited to finally get the chance to learn how to drive. It was time to put the vehicle on D-drive, when I pressed on the gas a little too much so the truck wanted to take off, but my father had yelled, “wait!” and I had slammed on the brakes. “Yikes”

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