Personal Narrative: My Life As A Driver

From what I remember, getting my license was one of the most intriguing moments in my life. It amazed me how a piece of plastic would change my life drastically. It now meant that I was a member of society, where I was to abide rules and follow them respectively. Having a driver’s license, in my eyes, meant that I would need to drive perfectly in order to keep safe. I confessed to myself that if I wasn’t the perfect driver, I would stroll on the road to failure. Without a doubt, having skills of an apprentice driver meant that my driving abilities were crummy. For this reason, I would always have concern about dangerous scenarios. And to emphasize, my anxiety would worsen when someone would ride in the car with me. Taking these factors in consideration made me realize that the first month with my license was a terrifying experience. …show more content…
For example, forgetting to signal was one of my biggest issues. Whether I would turn left or right, the driver behind me would have no idea of my direction. Signaling, a huge topic in driver’s education, taught me that before making a move on the road, shows intentions to drivers around us, and especially helps prevent accidents; but I couldn’t help to forget these lessons. Next, speeding and driving under the limit became a recurring problem. For instance, I was either an elder in his retro automobile, or Speedy Gonzalez in a race. Regardless, other drivers would howl at me with their road rage or cross me with such hate. Last, the turns I would take were very reckless. As the light turned green, or no pedestrians were present, I would spin the wheel to a 360 and find myself hitting the curve. The wide turns that I made caused me to cross into the other