Personal Narrative Essay: The Day I Didn T Drive

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The word “excited” doesn’t even begin to express my feelings about getting my driver’s license at the ripe age of sixteen. Back then my family owned a UTV that I would occasionally drive off-road years before I was ever old enough to drive on public roads, so I was confident in my abilities as (more importantly) were my parents. I began to literally count the days until my sixteenth birthday - the day I would come of age to operate a vehicle. When the time finally came, driving was every bit as amazing as I imagined it would be; I felt liberated, independent, and highly responsible. I was no longer restricted to rides from friends, or worse, my parents. Suddenly, people were asking me for rides, which I was always happy to provide - I was always looking for an excuse to drive. Even so, I took driving seriously, especially in the first few months after turning sixteen. It had always freaked me out riding with someone got distracted while driving, whether they were checking their phone, getting lost in a conversation, or even putting on makeup while behind the wheel. I promised …show more content…

I was lucky enough to walk away from the crash with some minor burns and backache, being otherwise unhurt. I was later told that the she spent over a week in the hospital with her injuries. Additionally, she lost her license and was charged with two DUIs pertaining to prescription Percocet.
In arguing for driving safety, I tend not to differentiate between this kind of impairment and distracted driving (such as texting) because they are both conscious decisions. Just as some of my friends choose to text while driving, the driver of the other vehicle chose to drive under the influence of a prescription drug. Not only was my life endangered by their poor decision, but that traumatic experience will likely haunt me for the rest of my

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