Essay Archive - Slow Ride
Slow Ride
It was a long time waiting, but it was here. I had finally gotten my license, after what seemed like a millenium. My parents, quite happy for me, immediately relinquished their firm grasp on the keys to the sleek, black Acura parked in front of the house. And I politely pretended to absorb their warnings of hazards on the road as I ran out the front door and hopped into the driver's seat! It was a deal that I made with my parents before "that if I ever was to get a stupid ticket, that I couldn’t have privileges to the car again”. There was no stopping me now, I had finally got the keys to my fr....
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