Dual Perspectives of Driving a Car Essay -- Personal Narrative

Dual Perspectives of Driving a Car Do you remember when you were little and you could not wait until you hit sixteen so you could go and get your tearaway(a) permit? I remember waiting until that special day so I could go down to the DMV to build my test to get my drivers permit. My stomach had butterflies floating all around at heart it. I remembered they called my name, and then I had to go up to the front and wee-wee a test. I went and turned in the test, and was so nervously observance to see how many red checks they would make on my test. As I had my eyes glued to checkers hand, with the red, felt tip draw up interlaced in between her fingers, I anxiously awaited her relative me that I failed. After leading me on a nervous paradiddle coaster ride, she looked up and told me that I did indeed pass the test. I suddenly got the chills end-to-end my body to know that I am legal to drive on the roads, of course with somebody else in the car. After a few month s of driving with one of my parents in the car, it was now time for me to go and take the grownup test. Once again I got that nervous, sick feeling in my stomach. I had gotten to the DMV and it was my turn to go get into the car with somebody I had never met before in my life and who was going to put the check agree next to pass or fail. I was so scared and unploughed thinking can I just bribe her to let me pass the test without actually having to do it, but of course the answer to that mind was no. So after completing a dr...