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Early Driving
Early Driving
“You ready to drive today?”
Am I ready to drive? Of course I’m not. One doesn’t get comfortable with driving by doing it 6 times.
“No,” I responded.
“Well you have to,” said my mom. She opens the garage door, and steps out to get into our black Honda Odyssey. I grab my phone with its new black case that has a handy compartment to hold my drivers permit, go to the garage door, and close it. I then grab my lacrosse bag that's hanging on the wall and put it in the back of the minivan.
I open the driver’s side door and sit down in the black seat and put my phone in the cup holder. “You may have to adjust the seat,” said my mom. I adjust the seat backward till it feels right. Then I adjust the inside mirror till I can see out the back. “Put it in reverse and go slowly so you don’t break the mirror. I push the reverse button and slowly crawl out of the garage. I swing the car out of the driveway, put it in drive, and go.
With adrenaline pumping through my veins I drive for a couple of minutes. Eventually we get to Wilson Ave SW and it’s a red light. I get to the white line and then stop.
“Keep going,” said my mom. “You need to be able to see if there are cars coming if you want to turn.” I see a gap that will allow me to merge on safely. I don’t take it. Another one comes a minute later. I don’t take it. Eventually the light turns green and I make the right turn. In a couple of minutes we get to the high school. I pull into a parking spot.
“How was your first drive?” says my mom.
“Fine,” I replied.
“I’ll pick you up after practice,” she says. “Bye”
“Bye.” I grab my lacrosse bag and head onto the field.
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