I remember when I was fifteen and I was in the car watching how my dad would drive. My dad knew I was fascinated to know how to drive and that I eventually wanted a car. He told me he would take me out every weekend for practice.

   The first day I stepped into the car it took me some time to get adjusted because I was kind of nervous. Once I put the car in drive I pressed the gas very hard and the car took off with great speed. My dad gave me my first warning that if I didn’t slow down I could get a ticket that was costly. When I was between two cars slowing down at a light my dad heart was racing like a sprinter. I knew he couldn’t wait until I got us home.

   The next day I knew my dad was putting my skills to the challenge when he said he was going to let me drive to Philadelphia. I was entering the highway and there was millions cars and I didn’t know which lane I should get in. My dad told me to stay calm but I panicked and rushed into the right lane cutting a car off. He yelled at me and said I would never get license driven that type of way. I know he was getting on me because he wants me to be a cautious driver.

   My dad took me to a Home-Depot lot to let me practice parking. He gave me a warning that I have to look all ways before backing out or pulling into a spot. I was quite worried that I might reverse with too much acceleration and run over an old person or just any pedestrian in my rear end. The most challenging part of parking was pulling in perfectly in between the lines. I felt relieved when my dad told me I would eventually master parking but it takes time.

   So now when I get in the car with my dad he doesn't even have to go over any rules. Once I get on the road I drive okay and don’t break any laws. I just thank my dad every day for giving me lessons and showing me that driving a car can be amusing but also very dangerous