Having my own car was one of my biggest wishes when I was a kid. All of my friends were at the same age as mine, and they had their own cars before even getting their driving licenses. That is common in my culture, but it also depends on our parents if they wanted to give us a car or not. As a fifteen year old kid, I really wanted to have my own car so bad especially after seeing all of my friends having their own. Arguing with my father to get me a car was in my daily routine and I had never stopped trying. Every time I argue with my father he tells me “I’m not giving you a car not because you are different than your friends, because this is for your advantage and you will remember my words someday.” To be honest I thought that my dad was …show more content…
One day I woke up feeling wonderful in a beautiful morning while my whole family was gathering for lunch. I went to them and started chattering with my father. While we were talking, my friend Rashed called me. Every time my friends call I know that they want to hang out and have a good time together, and that is what Rashed was calling about. Going out on that beautiful day was going to make the day even more better, so I asked my father nicely if I could go out with Rashed and have a good time, and he said that I can go. Here is when the action begins; Rashed calls me again to tell me that we can’t go out because his brother has taken his car. I went to my father to ask him if I could take his car while I was pretty sure he would not give it to me. I asked him, and suddenly, I was surprised from my father’s unexpected reaction, he was so mad and he started shouting at me not to mention that request again. I was a young fifteen year old boy, so I was pretty mad, but I could not do anything because I should listen to what my father says to me. I ran out to my room full of anger and stayed there the whole day just to ignore my family and not talk to them. While lying down in bed, I started to think of a stupid idea, but at that time, it was a great idea to get the car without making my father mad. I decided to steal my father’s car without him knowing, yes …show more content…
All of my family was surprised, because I was calm the next day without arguing again about the same subject with my father, but they did not know what I was planning to do behind their back. After knowing at which time my father does not use his car, I was ready for my next step which was a really terrifying step to do, and that step was taking the car without my fathers permission. It was 3:00 in the morning, and all of my family members were sleeping, I told my self it is the time to do it. I was walking so quietly like I was flying in the air only not to wake my family up, especially my father because he was the only one who terrifies me. Walking towards the front door was like walking miles to get there. Finally, I got out from the house, and I got inside the car. I was asking my self “am I really doing this? Should I go back and just forget it?” I hesitated for a moment, but then I looked around to find my self in the car, I noticed there was no turning
...t to this becuase, when I was a sophomore I got my liscence and always have been asking for a car but never got one, but at the end of sophomore year I got one but I wasnt satisifed, so middle of junior year I had to get a more affordable car, I went from mercedes to dodge. Once I got the dodge I realized that my mercedes was perfect. So I now know that you never know what you have tll you lose it.
I was interupted by a man who cleared his throat. I turned around to see what was going on, he growled so I turned back around. I was now terrified. I noticed that my father had fallen to the back of the pack I was curious as to why he did such a thing. I was finding the trip very difficult as my legs hurt when I took a step. I heard the same man clear his throat I looked behind me and I saw his machete unsheathed and raised in the air, I knew this was not going to end well for me. The man slashed at me with his machete. The pot I was holding fell and broke. I was running to my father and while I was doing so I cried, “My father, they have killed me!” as approached him Okonkow, my father slashed at me with his machete.
As I stood next to the goat pen, I noticed my dad in his grey pickup sped into our driveway. His vehicle being followed by several others with flashing lights, although the last vehicle scared me the most. It was an ambulance. I remember being so scared I couldn't move at all, I was speechless. When I
One night I was kitchen washing the dishes when all of the sudden my mother walked in and asked me if I have talked to my dad. I had replied that I hadn't heard from him in about a year. The next thing I know the words "Your Grandpa passed away yesterday morning, nobody knows were your dad is and they can't keep his body in the morgue past tomorrow." came from her mouth. I just stood there in shock, I couldn’t do anything. She told me to get ready and that we could drive up to my dads house in Ona. When we got there the windows were broken and covered up with some type of sheet and there was a piece of paper on his door that read "Go away. Just leave me alone...please.". We wrote a note and put it on the door and went home. That night I laid in my bed screaming inside my head and crying my eyes out for over a hour. In the morning I had a huge panic attack. I kept hearing ringing and buzzing noises and I could hardly breathe. It took me about thirty minutes to work up the nerve to come out of my bedroom. I ended up going
Teens should be allowed to own a car at sixteen for three reasons. If teens are mobile, they can drive themselves to personal activities. Driving teens can help a family and driving can encourage responsible habits.
I hated my father for a long time. I resemble him completely, and everyone says I am a copy of him in appearance. And some people even said that 30 years after, I would be what he was completely in everything. But I really disliked to be told so, and I felt it was an insult to me. My father was an object of detestation for me; to be his son was my curse. I didn't regard him as my father and despised him very much, so I sought ways of revenge on him. I decided that after I graduate from university and I can earn my own living, I would abandon him. "For now, I will act a meek son, but it won't last forever. He should live his lonely old age," I thought.
When I was 6 years old, every Monday morning I would wake up early after seeing lights up in my parents room. He had promised me the night before that he is not leaving me and isn't going anywhere. But there he was, getting ready and packing his suitcase for another one week of work. Obviously a simple request and pleading hasn't worked on him so I decided to take few drastic measures. He saw me looking at him with my eyes half open when he was trying to slide through my bedroom to go downstairs. I screamed behind him asking him not to leave. He negotiated that he will be back as soon as possible and tried to hurry up. It almost felt like he had an idea what I was about to do next. "If you leave now, I'll pee on this staircase right now." And as I sat on the top of the stairways ready to pee, I also waited for him to make his next move. Obviously he was in a hurry and couldn't respond to a 6 year old's tantrum but when I heard the scooter leaving the house premise I knew I
When I mentioned to my parents that I wanted to get a car they didn't really understand why I wanted one they told me that I was too young and that I should give it time and that I should wait a little longer because I was barely turning 16 years old,but since everyone I knew was driving and had a cars I wanted to do the same. So when my parents told me no I was pretty upset, I just simply did not understand why they were saying no to me. I had done nothing but get good grades in school and stay out of trouble and do my best at everything so that they could see that I was a good kid overall. I never really listened to their side of the argument because I was being stubborn and I wanted to get my point across that I never once took the time to actually listening as to why they were saying no. I was so focused on getting what I wanted and that I didn't know why they were saying no
In my wallet, I store dire personal items such as my lisence and some pictures. Among other things, I have my money, like everybody else, and certificates for stores. This summer, I went to the Keys with my family. I drove down there with my wallet and took it everywhere with me, like I would any other time. Well, when someone doesn't have pockets, then it is hard to keep their wallet right next to them at all times. I was carrying my wallet out from the hotel, along with my keys, and set both on top of the car. When I figured out that I needed the keys in order to get in the car and turn it on, I took them off the top of the roof, leaving my wallet behind. I sat in the car, car door open, waiting for my dad to make it to the car so we could all go to a diving area. Once he made it to the car, without thinking, I closed the door and started the car. I had been driving about half a mile before I realized that my wallet was no longer on my body. Immediately, I pulled the car over, and the next hour or so was spent looking for my wallet. All I could think about was what I would lose if I didn't find my wallet. The week before was my birthday, and I was given $60 to Best Buy and $50 to Auto Zone. Aside from that I had $3 in cash. While walking up and down the road that my wallet flew off on, my sister found my two Best Buy cards.
It was Friday night, I took a shower, and one of my aunts came into the bathroom and told me that my dad was sick but he was going to be ok. She told me that so I did not worry. I finished taking a bath, and I immediately went to my daddy’s house to see what was going on. My dad was throwing-up blood, and he could not breath very well. One of my aunts cried and prayed at the same time. I felt worried because she only does that when something bad is going to happen. More people were trying to help my dad until the doctor came. Everybody cried, and I was confused because I thought it was just a stomachache. I asked one of my older brothers if my dad was going to be ok, but he did not answer my question and push me away. My body shock to see him dying, and I took his hand and told him not to give up. The only thing that I heard from him was, “Daughters go to auntie...
We all use vehicles for transportation. People usually go to their desired destination either by driving their own cars or traveling in public transportation. Actually, it might be tough to choose that which one is the best selection for people to travel. Many people choose one of them according to their comfort while traveling and both of them have advantages and disadvantages in different conditions. Public transportation and driving own car both shares differences and similarities in many aspects, such as facility, cost, and comfort as well as traffic jam and accident occurrence.
I remember from my childhood days when my father used to go on a scooter to his office and often ride me to school. He had a dream of buying a car for the family. He experienced a lot of struggle in life. He used to travel in a bus to our neighboring town to teach in a small law school during weekends for extra money. He eventually lived his dream by buying a car for us. He taught me, nothing comes easy in life and struggle never stays forever. You have to be worthy and all it takes is faith, passion and hard work. No wonder, my passion for cars comes from my father.
One beautiful day that summer, I was playing outside with my friends when my mom called for me to come home. I did not want to abandon my guard post at the neighbor's tree house so I decided to disregard her order. I figured that my parents would understand my delima and wouldn't mind if I stayed out for another two or three hours. Unfortunately, they had neglected to inform me that my grandparents had driven in from North Carolina, and we were supposed to go out for a nice dinner. When I finally returned, my father was furious. I had kept them from going to dinner, and he was simply not happy with me. "Go up to your room and don't even think about coming downstairs until I talk to you."
It was around 2:00pm and it was time to open presents. I started with opening friend’s presents then I opened families. I was finally done opening all my presents. I looked around at all the people, who were looking at me and my dad was nowhere to be. That was the only present that I was looking forward too. The party ended and my dad didn’t show up, my little four years old hopes were in the ground, it was like I could feel my heart ripping appart. I looked at my mom and she mouthed I’m sorry, my faced turned rosy red and my eyes filled with tears. From that moment on my life was never the same. It was a dark cloudy day and I was going to see my dad. We were playing the game Sorry and he was winning. I was the yellow player and he was the green player, he was laughing and smiling the whole time. I wouldn’t have wanted to spend my Friday afternoon any other way. When the game was over he asked me to clean up the game while he went out to smoke a cig. When he entered the room and the game wasn’t picked up, he went crazy. His eyes seemed to turn a dark almost black color. It was like he was a completely different person when he came back
In this article we are going to look at public transport via the private vehicle. There are advantages and disadvantages to both, yet routine and personal circumstances will often define which is the most appropriate to your lifestyle.