Sometimes we do not feel that anything can happen to us. We feel untouchable. We look at someone we may or may not know going through something and we feel sorry for them, but deep down we are glad that it is not us that has to deal with that situation or that issue. We may even tread through life without giving a second thought to the consequences. I use to think this way too, until life taught me differently.
When I received my license in November of 2015 I finally attained a taste of what felt like freedom. Being able to drive my dad's car was something I had always wanted to do. It was a sleek, shiny, grey Buick, the epitome of class. I could play my music all the way up and I could virtually drive myself anywhere I needed to be whether …show more content…
I had treated it like my own and eventually I lost sight of the important values, like gratitude and responsibility. I had done irresponsible things. I scratched the car a few times while backing out or entering the garage, I would be out until late at night, I got caught speeding twice and got ticketed once, and I hung around bad company who did not treat me with respect. At one point I had even neglected to pick up my younger brother from school, which was something I always did right.
All of these things led to tension between my father and myself, though he was not wrong in feeling frustrated. I did not own the car, but I was being reckless and irresponsible. My mother knew about this too, and she called me from overseas to talk some sense into me. I realized this and tried to change my habits which meant I only went to school and work and stayed home most weekends.
All of this went well and things went back to normal for some time until one Friday night in June I was out with a group of three friends. We had originally planned to hangout at the mall in Cherry Hill but there was a change of plan, we decided to go to South Street in Philadelphia for the night. I objected at first, but then I told myself that it was only for the night I would be back by eleven because I had work the next day. I was confident in my driving anyway, so I figured it would be fine. Going to South Street was no problem and we got there safely, but returning back
When I received my license in November of 2015 I finally attained a taste of what felt like freedom. Being able to drive my dad's car was something I had always wanted to do. It was a sleek, shiny, grey Buick, the epitome of class. I could play my music all the way up and I could virtually drive myself anywhere I needed to be whether …show more content…
I had treated it like my own and eventually I lost sight of the important values, like gratitude and responsibility. I had done irresponsible things. I scratched the car a few times while backing out or entering the garage, I would be out until late at night, I got caught speeding twice and got ticketed once, and I hung around bad company who did not treat me with respect. At one point I had even neglected to pick up my younger brother from school, which was something I always did right.
All of these things led to tension between my father and myself, though he was not wrong in feeling frustrated. I did not own the car, but I was being reckless and irresponsible. My mother knew about this too, and she called me from overseas to talk some sense into me. I realized this and tried to change my habits which meant I only went to school and work and stayed home most weekends.
All of this went well and things went back to normal for some time until one Friday night in June I was out with a group of three friends. We had originally planned to hangout at the mall in Cherry Hill but there was a change of plan, we decided to go to South Street in Philadelphia for the night. I objected at first, but then I told myself that it was only for the night I would be back by eleven because I had work the next day. I was confident in my driving anyway, so I figured it would be fine. Going to South Street was no problem and we got there safely, but returning back