Narrative Essay About Driving

I first attempted to drive when I was 14 years old it started at empty parking lots and slowly progressed to streets. I was super eager to get behind the wheel because I thought that once I learned to drive I would finally be free. But as soon as we got out the empty parking lots and moved onto streets with actual traffic I panicked. And I sadly discovered that driving wasn’t for me and that I was a bad driver. I wanted to start driving because I thought it was so cool to be able to drive back then when we were all starting to learn. Only a very few classmates were able to drive and I wanted to be one of them. What would come in mind whenever I thought about it I thought I would have all the freedom in the world, I would make my own decisions now, weather I would go to school, what time I would leave school, I could come home whatever time I pleased, and be able to go out with friends whenever I wanted. That was the only reason I wanted to start driving. Once we hit the streets it was a whole different story no longer did I want to drive I was willing to sacrifice my freedom. I’m a very nervous person I was nervous to start college, to get my drivers license, to get a job, nervous about anything new. So of course learning how to drive would be at the top of my list. I was scared I thought I

That was how I learned to drive, it was a nightmare but luckily I made it out alive. I still don 't think I’m a good driver but I have stopped crashing so much, from the first time I attempted to drive to now. Although one thing never really came my freedom, I was only allowed to drive to school and to the store to run errands for my mom. She put the track my phone on my phone to make sure I went to school and came out when I was supposed to after I got caught leaving early one day. I was eager to drive for no good reason if now I wish I could have my own chauffeur but that’s never going to happen. So that was how I discovered driving wasn’t for me and that I’m a