Personal Narrative: My First Traffic Violation

Every new driver wonders when and how he or she will get his or her first traffic violation. I always contemplated different scenarios in my mind while driving. Would I run a stop sign? Would I be caught zooming past a police officer? Where and when would I get mine? I finally got all my questions answered Easter weekend of 2015. I remember the day as if it was yesterday, and the memory will be etched into my mind for the rest of my life.
Traveling down highway 370, I was singing and just ready to get to reach my destination. My boyfriend was awaiting my arrival so we could meet his family in Horn Lake for a family picnic to celebrate Easter. Never seeing a police officer on that road, I believed I was in the clear to speed up a little bit …show more content…
He demanded that I turn around and put both hands on top of my car. Feeling as if I was watching a bad episode of Cops, I felt the cold metal of the handcuffs against my wrists and heard them click as they got tighter and tighter. Without saying another word, he jerked my arm up and led me to the patrol car. He put me into the car and walked away. Not understanding why this was happening to me, I started looking around. There was chewing tobacco cans and papers strolled around the car, and a rifle laid out behind my legs against the seat. As I looked up through the windshield, I saw him searching all over my car. Emotions of regret, rage, and sadness swept over me. My heart was pounding in my chest, and I could not catch my breath. My eyes became filled with tears, and I felt as helpless as an animal caught in a trap. Because my hands were handcuffed behind my back, I could not wipe the tears as they streamed down my face. Hearing a door open, I looked up to see him climbing into the driver’s seat with my phone and papers in is hand. As I noticed the wrong insurance card in his hand, I finally gathered enough courage to speak up and tell him where he could find the right