Driving

Ever since my memory started functioning, I have loved driving. My cousin Rebekah and I would take turns driving the “mule” with Grandpa and compete to see who could make the biggest splashes in the puddles. When I actually drove a car down my grandparents’ driveway, I felt so grown-up.

But after turning fourteen, my pleadings to drive anywhere I legally could (i. e. the driveway) became far more frequent. And the week before I got my permit, I could hardly fall asleep at night because I was imagining the first roads I would drive. Rather pathetic, I know.

If it weren’t for the fact that you have to have fifteen years of wisdom behind you before getting your permit, I would have been perfectly happy to stay fourteen. I loved being fourteen. But because of that inescapable law, I thought I would die before my birthday ever came. Thankfully I didn’t.

I was fifteen for Two Whole Days before I took my driving test. Those days were pure agony. But I passed the test, missing one question–“How fast do you drive in a business district?” Do you know the answer? Well, it’s twenty miles instead of twenty-five. But at least now I’ll always remember that rule.

Driving is just as exciting as I imagined. I’ve actually accelerated to 57 miles per hour on the highway, while Mom sat in the back seat, paralyzed with fear. The first question I ask Dad when he comes home from work is, “Do you need to go anywhere this evening?” Poor Dad is going to get a complex, though–he’ll wave to people we meet on the road, and they won’t wave back because they don’t recognize him in the passenger seat!

Mom has actually braved the roads twice with me, once maneuvering the bank drive-through. I was so far from the thingey that comes out at you that I had to lean w-a-y out of the car to deposit our money. The lady working at the window said, “I learned to drive in a big car too.”

Hopefully I’ll soon evolve into a not-quite-so-obviously-new driver. But driving the speed limit, and going a leetle slowly around corners, well, that’s not too bad–is it?

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3 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Rebekah
    Jun 20, 2010 @ 04:08:27

    I'm proud of you Jess!:) Love you my all growed up cousin!!!:)

    Reply

  2. DelightinginHim
    Jun 20, 2010 @ 15:20:55

    Congratulations and may you have many great driving adventures ahead of you!

    Reply

  3. Samantha R.
    Jun 20, 2010 @ 17:19:40

    Hurray! :)I didn't start driving until much later than you. I'm glad to see you so enthusiastic! 🙂

    Reply

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