Driving

When I was younger - I'm not sure how old - my mom took Amy and I to do something. Honestly, at this point, I don't actually remember where we were going or why we were going there, but I do remember what happened on the way there. We didn't make it far from home before mom ended up driving onto the left side of the road. I wasn't sure what was happening since I was in the backseat. Then I think she turned on her left blinker, drove off into the ditch as if it was a left turn lane at a stop light. She turned and suddenly we were driving into a corn field making a left turn. Amy and I screamed at her to stop and were crying and just trying to make it all end. Neither of us had any idea what was going on or why it was happening, but it was and we just wanted rewind time and just go back home. Eventually she stopped and from there on I don't really remember much. On the other side of the road was a drop of into the woods, so needless to say, I was scared thinking about what would have happened if we had turned the other way.

Once I was old enough to start driving, I was excited. I mean, who isn't? You get freedom and can do what you want, when you want to. I didn't stay excited for long, though. Dad would take me driving and at random times I'd suddenly feel like I was about to burst into tears. I was never comfortable behind the wheel. Whether it was from remembering that night or just because I was scared of something else, I just couldn't do it. I didn't get my license for years. I was pushed by family members and friends to get it. They'd always tell me that 'it's not that bad' and 'how do you survive without it'. There were so many things that they'd say. Some would even make fun of me. I was never able to really tell people why I was scared of taking that step and driving. Eventually I did get my license and now I was comfortable with driving. It doesn't seem like a big deal anymore and it's because I took my time and did it when I was ready - not when everyone was trying to force me to.