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August 24th. The day I got my driver’s permit. I was 15 and ready to show everyone how cool I was, even with my Mom riding shotgun. I walked out of the DMV staring down at the piece of plastic in my hands. “Can we go back and retake my picture?” “That depends, do you want to drive now or later?” Mom replies. I make a beeline for the driver’s side and my Mom does just about the coolest thing ever. She tosses me the keys over the car. I completely fumble, but make a quick recovery. This is the moment I’ve been waiting for. The engine roars to life and I hit the gas. 240 horses scream back at me but the car doesn’t move. I sheepishly take it out of park and it jerks forward. “THE EMERGENCY BRAKE’S STILL ON!!!” my Mom shouts. Oops. Determined to show what I’ve got, I gun the gas to 40 miles an hour. “SLOW DOWN!!!” Reluctantly, I tap the brakes.
We’re creaking along at 25 miles per hour, a symphony of horns screaming at us, when the light turns red. I turn without stopping…..
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- Written by: Keenan Rogers
