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My First Driving Experience
“Sitting in the driver's seat, sweat trickling down my forehead, my heavy breathing joined with the thundering pounding in my chest,” a feeling all too real, yet one that was necessary to fulfill my growing experience. As you mature, these memorable “First time experiences” come your way leaving permanent foot prints in your life. As for me, the first time learning how to drive was a one time experience that had much more in store for me than had ever anticipated.

It was a beautiful Saturday morning, and I had woken up in an upbeat mood anxious to start off my day as newly aged sixteen year old. As I am getting up, I see my mom standing in my doorway with a smile stretching miles across her face from ear to ear, “Honey, I believe you are definitely old enough to start your first driving lesson! What do you say?” As if she had deeply offended me I annoyingly reply, “Mom do you know how dangerous it is to drive around the streets filled with crazy drivers ready to cause destruction in every corner they turn in? its a war zone out there!” “Honey, danger is inevitable, and it's always lurking in anything new you try, but I believe in you sweetie, just give it a try.” Surprisingly, my mom ends up convincing me, and before I know it I am in the drivers seat of her new cherry red Mustang.

After a few minutes of trying to convince myself I have made the right decision, I put on my seat belt, check my mirrors, and I place the key in the ignition. On my moms direction, I nervously turn on the car, at this point my heart is a bomb ticking away at every second that passes. “Now slowly start pressing on the gas pedal,” is all I hear when “Bam!” I slam my foot and into the car I go parked right in front of me. The silence that followed spoke a million words, “I am done” is all I hear myself say as I get out of the car, slamming the door behind me.

The next morning I stay in my room for most of the day, and I see a familiar silhouette...
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