Rookie Driver: Only 11 Years Old
Even though I had difficulties in my life, the most memorable event was when I was in my first car accident.
I have an uncle from my mother’s side of the family that lived in the outside area of Oxnard. It was a big house that was surrounded by fields. My mother had a Chevrolet Silverado, with a really nice maroon color and leather interior. When I was big enough to reach over the steering wheel, I would insist to my mother to let me drive the truck. So when I was about eleven or twelve, she decided to show me how to use the truck. She said “I will show you but only when we go to you uncles house out in the fields.” Soon, the day came to show me how to use the accelerator and brake pedals. I was super excited when I was seeing that I was passing by the trees at about twenty miles per hour. After, I would feel super comfortable to drive around the fields.
During the week, like every other morning, I would get ready to go to school. I would shower every morning and choose what I was going to wear color coordinated and most of the time, when I could get away with it I would enjoy to wear shorts. My mother and I were the only ones who would wake up really early to get ready. My dad would be the parent who would take me to school. Since I can remember, he has never liked to wake up early and wait for my sisters and me to get ready. So once we get ready, we
wake him up and we would be the ones to wait. After he would get ready, then he would take us to school.
This particular morning, my mother was styling her hair and putting on her makeup. Just enough make up to make it look natural. She sent me to wake up my father.
While my mother and I were getting ready, I must have tried to wake him up for about half an hour. My mother was already running late, so she wanted my father to help get the cars out of the porch. Basically, we had the house and the cars would get parked on the right side of the house. The porch was long and narrow so one car would be parked in the back of the other. Since my father did not get up when my mother was ready to leave, I offered my mother to move my father’s white Ford truck. She agreed, so I smoothly backed up the truck twisting the steering wheel to the left. Then, my mother backed out the Chevy. When I turned in to park the truck again, that is when the most unfortunate thing happened to me at my young age. My first car crash! I remember everything in slow motion, how I turned into the porch very narrow, and on half-ways the car hit the corner of the house. I immediately got frightened, yet; I still kept going. I heard an unpleasant noise, as I kept on moving the car, the paint was being scraped off. When the end of the truck was inside, I got off immediately to see the damage that I had done to my father’s truck. The door handle from the back door of the drivers’ side had broken off. My mother just told me to get in the truck so that she could take me to school.
While at school, I was sad and very nervous. I knew for a fact that my father always took care of his car and that it was a for sure thing that I was going to be in big trouble. My teacher, Mr. Walnick, received a telephone call. He then informed me that my father was in the front office waiting for me. So, I walked, slowly but surely down the
hall. I saw my dad for the first time right after the incident and asked “Porque yegaste por mi? /Why are you picking me up?” and he responded “Porque tu Mom me dijo que
estavas asustada porque chokaste mi carro/ Because you mom told me that you were scared because you crashed the truck.” So I asked “Estas enojado?/Are you mad?” and he replied “No, por eso vengo por ti para que no estes asustada/No, that is why I am here to pick you up so that you will not be frightened.” I made a huge sigh of relief. He then took me to get a happy meal from McDonalds. There at the restaurant, he explained to me that even though I tried to help out I still needed to practice to be a great and safe driver.
This was my significant event because I ruined my father’s truck, yet; he understood the fact that I was trying to help. In addition, he did not get mad at me. I grew closer to my dad and have had a great communication with him. During my young years I thought I was never going to be able to drive a car without troubles. But when I was sixteen I received my drivers permit. Six months after receiving the permit, I immediately went to get my license. Basically, when I was approximately seventeen I had my license and was driving forth and back from my house to school. Now I can even drive a stick shift car, which is difficult to drive for most people. Transportation is very important in
our society. It has become a need to commute to school or to our jobs. At the end I am very glad, that crashing my father’s car did not scar me for life.