Narrative Essay About Driving

I got out of my car and walked up to the steps of the library, a sigh of relief leaving my lips. I smiled an awkward smile at my Grandmother sitting on the bench. The driving instructor gestured for me to have a seat next to my Grandmother so she could give us the results. I could feel my heart drop down into my stomach. I just knew I had failed and was already preparing for my second try in my head. I was distraught. Is this what all of my hard work has gotten me? A failed attempt? My mind began to drift back to where my journey began, three years prior. I was fourteen years old and my Grandparents decided I should learn how to drive. I was very confused as to why they would want to start teaching me how to drive at such a young age,

I finally felt ready to drive after my near collision the first time I ever drove. I failed the first attempt but was successful on the second attempt. For the first time ever, I was ready to drive. At first, I started out driving in parking lots to get used to the gas and brakes. I would literally circle around buildings for hours at a time. With each turn, my confidence in driving grew better than the previous turn. There came many times when I felt like quitting. In the beginning, I could not brake smoothly to save my life, there was always a jolt before the car stopped completely. I felt really insecure about it and was embarrassed by it anytime it would happen. I never thought I would see the day that I would be able to properly use the car brakes, until one day I did it successfully and didn’t even notice until I was making my last loop around a building. I was so excited that I didn’t want to stop, but my Grandmother insisted she had to return home to cook

The week leading up to the test I was a nervous wreck. I was frantically studying road signs, and watching driving tutorials on YouTube. I was trying to prepare for every possible scenario I could find myself in on the road. I was constantly asking my Grandparents questions, and it got to the point where my Grandfather decided to have a talk with me. He said that he wanted to give me a little wisdom. He told me that I have always been too nervous, and should just relax, and take things as they come. He said I need to be confident and believe in my driving abilities. I thought about what he was saying that night before I went to bed, and I realized that he is exactly right. I have never been one to sit back and take life as it comes. I have always been incredibly frantic and anxious about everything. Other people have told me that for years but I never really paid much attention to it, until my Grandfather brought it up. I didn’t think people actually picked up on that about me. I thought I it was a good thing to always over- prepare, but I guess I was