"STOP!
"Put it in park."
"You might wanna take the keys out."
Driving. My driving in particular. Humbling. Mortifying. Scary. Exciting.
I think what scared me most was having my parents yell at me. It was scarrier than getting a little too close to the garage or the back of that car or the curb, or once, almost sliding into the ditch.
NOTE: My parents' version of yelling is talking excitedly with a raised voice, only a notch or two louder than normal. No screaming.
It begins with a prayer, sometimes silent, sometimes not, and ends with something kinda like a sigh of relief and a prayer of thanksgiving.
Do you have any awesome stories to share about driving?
5 comments:
I'm not the legal age to drive, yet, but when I am, I will probably have the same experiance as you! (our big van, two parents with two opinions, and six siblings younger than me that think they know it all! lol)
~Kaitlyn
No stories about driving...except when Bailey was driving of course. I'm her personal built-in GPS. ;)
We were driving to the strawberry patch in the big red van. I was driving, anyway. I had a secret hatred of that hunkin' vehicle for all the misery it caused me. I was turning left, waiting for car number #302 to pass. The entire city was lined up behind me. Siblings were talking in that excited raised voice. I was about to burst into tears.
It was about to clear when the big white semi started lumbering down the road. "GOGOGOGOGO!" my mother cried. And I was literally petrified.
That's when the horns started blowing.
Needless to say, it is one of my fondest memories. Oh -- and running yellow lights. Those are always fun.
Happy driving!
They have not have not tought me yet =( My Grandfather tought my sister when she was 10 but Mama and Daddy aren't that brave ;)
:D Thanks for all of your sympathetical comments. :)
Bailey: Yikes. Sounds a bit like some of the experiences I've had lately. Thanks. :)
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