It was a bright Sunday afternoon, and I had been begging all morning,
“Dad! Can we go out driving?!” Ever since I turned 14 my father promised me that we would go out to an empty parking lot and he would teach me how to drive. After convincing my mother that it was completely safe, my dad and I enthusiastically left for Rockwood’s parking lot. During the agonizingly long drive down the vibrant roads my dad explained the basic rules of driving and the laws I was going to have to abide by. After parking in an empty lot no bigger than a basketball court, we switched seats. My dad closed his door with instructions ready in his head and I closed mine with excitement and a will not to crash the car.
“Okay,” my dad started, “pay attention.” He then
“Dad! Can we go out driving?!” Ever since I turned 14 my father promised me that we would go out to an empty parking lot and he would teach me how to drive. After convincing my mother that it was completely safe, my dad and I enthusiastically left for Rockwood’s parking lot. During the agonizingly long drive down the vibrant roads my dad explained the basic rules of driving and the laws I was going to have to abide by. After parking in an empty lot no bigger than a basketball court, we switched seats. My dad closed his door with instructions ready in his head and I closed mine with excitement and a will not to crash the car.
“Okay,” my dad started, “pay attention.” He then