The Driving Ordeal

Years ago, I did not want to grow up.

Grown up stuff I surely could not handle.

Operating a car now... that was the epitome of being an adult.

Funny. It's funny how I caused my fear to strengthen.

When I was fourteen years ungrown, I sent my aunt's car rolling into a set of mailboxes and a tree.

At the time, no one believed my truth.

"She tried to drive" is what they joked.

And for four long years, my fear of driving grew.

Months and days passed after my eighteen birthday.

I knew the day was approaching where I would have to learn how to drive.

Clearly my father forgot that Black Friday existed.

He had me drive in holiday traffic.

It was the first time I drove on common roads.

Yes, I cried. Several times, yet my father not knew why.

Lucky for me, he forced me to drive more as weeks passed.

I got the hang of it, mostly.

The death car became just a car.

Driving... such an essential part of our lives

Facing my fears head on, that is more important.

And now, I have an example of how to do it.