Personal Narrative: How To Drive

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The day my Tia Suki told me that today will be the day I will be learning how to drive .So much joy ran through my mind. All I could picture was me behind the wheel with my foot on the gas pedal. as I opened the driver door I was starting to get really nervous. My aunt would be giving me instructions on how to drive and what each letter represents. As I put the gear change in drive I slowly remembered what my aunt had taught me. I slowly I put my foot on the gas pedal and I was starting to go fast. Everything that I was passing looked so blurry and the road was so calm and quiet. There were hardly any cars passing me so I felt like the road was all mine. I rolled down the windows and turned the ac off and I felt the breeze slowly hitting

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