Personal Narrative: Drinking And Driving

When my dad told me we were going driving I was pretty nervous. I couldn't stop thinking about how many things I was going to hit. The second I got behind the wheel though, I got really excited. I thought to myself, “This is going to be fun.“ “Try not to hit anything,” My dad said, “I won't” I replied. I take the keys and get into the driver's seat, I turn the car on and put it into reverse, and almost hit a tree backing out. “Slow down” my dad says. I back out slower and shift into drive and pull out really slow. We turn left and I hug the right side, my dad says, “don't go into the ditch.” I'm getting used to driving by now and then I see it, it’s big, red, and slow, a tractor, right by a right turn. My dad says, “just keep driving