My First Driving-Personal Narrative

Ever since I was a little boy I’ve always wanted to be a great driver. I remember my dad going fast on the interstate, and I would insist to go faster. I couldn’t wait to get behind the wheel and just go. When the big day arrived, for my first driving lesson, I couldn’t have been more excited, nervous, but happy. However, one man made the whole experience a terrible nightmare. That man was my dad.

One day my dad asked if I wanted to drive. When I found out I was going to take my first driving lesson. I thought it was going to be a complete success, considering that my dad and I both shared a love for speed… it wasn’t. Since it was my first time driving(or so he thought) he took me to the a empty road. When I first got behind the wheel he told me in his demanding voice “Before starting the car, put on your seatbelt and check all your mirrors”. I did as I was told even though I already knew that. I didn’t want to appear wiser than him. At this time the nightmare began.

“Stay in the middle!, follow the speed limit!, turn here!, STOP!”, he kept repeating all these obvious things. I was so nervous, and to top it all off, the streets were scary! They were so narrow it seemed as if the cars on the opposite lane were coming right toward me. If I went below the speed limit, he screamed. If I went over it he would scream even louder. I was quiet the whole time. I felt like just pulling over and getting out the car. But ,of course, I didn’t because we were just so far from home and I did not want to walk