Personal Narrative: Get Behind The Driver

I waited fifteen and a half years for the moment I could get behind the wheel. Whoa. Driving the family suburban was more than what had I bargained for. I had aced the written test to get my permit because I had studied, but driving was a different story. It was intimidating to be behind the wheel of the car I had always dreamed of driving. I quickly got the hang of it after driving with my mom. I was ready for the open road but she made me start in a parking lot. In the parking lot I learned how to accelerate, brake, turn, and park. Once I had graduated from the parking lot I moved to paved roads and eventually the freeway. I felt I was ready and had the confidence that I needed to take the driving test.
Getting my license was a very exciting time in my life. On the way to the DMV it was very nerve wracking. I could barely concentrate on driving and I worried about parallel parking. When I finally got to the DMV I had to wait, for what seemed like hours, to take the driving portion of
My mom was driving a car full of kids all under the age of nine. My Dad was at work at the time. We were just driving straight down the road on the way to a church function. A drunken man who was illegally driving turned right into my family and hit us head on. The drunk guy did not even care about what had happened. His head was bleeding lots and he got out of his car and chugged a beer before the police had arrived. The suburban was totaled but luckily none of us were hurt. It was a blessing in disguise that my Dad had a bad headache that day. He was on his way home from work early and was only a mile away from the scene when my Mom called him. My Mom was in shock and not able to talk. A man who had witnessed the accident took my Moms phone and told my Dad we were all okay. We were all still fastened in our car seats. The firefighters got us out and we got to ride home in the back of a police