On a teenaged girl’s sixteenth birthday, what does she dream of getting? A car, of course! I was so excited when my sixteenth birthday finally came. I had completed and passed all of the driving classes necessary and I had plenty of practice driving my mom’s car around the neighborhood and main streets. Now that I was sixteen, I was finally ready to get my driver’s license. Not one ounce of nervousness was in my body; I knew I would pass!
“Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go!” I exclaimed to my mother about taking me to the DMV. I couldn’t control my excitement on the way. My parents and I had a deal: If I pass my driving test, they would get me a car of my choice. I had my eyes set on a bright purple Honda Civic for months. At the time, it was my dream car; I couldn’t screw this up! Once we checked in with the secretary at the front desk, I was ready to start my test. I met up with the driving instructor and we were on our way. I knew exactly what I would be tested on; I could not be more ready for this. So, I made sure I was driving safely, checking my mirrors constantly, signaling at the right time, and going the speed limit. After about a half hour of driving and showing the instructor that I can parallel park, we headed back to the DMV, where hopefully I would be issued my license.
Once I safely parked in an empty parking space at the DMV, my instructor told me that I did an excellent job and passed the driving test! I was so proud of myself, and even more excited that I would soon get to drive my own car. Images of driving around town in my purple Honda danced around my head. I couldn’t wait to show off my new ride to my friends at school and finally get to purchase my own parking permit in the Activities Office. I felt so grown up that I was finally a licensed driver. Tears rolled down my mother’s cheeks as she watched her “little girl” grow up right before her eyes and get her driver’s license.
“Please Mom, don’t cry. You’re embarrassing me!” I...