I'm nineteen years old and without a drivers license. I've renewed my temporary driving permit two times in the past three years. My hatred of automobiles stems from the people who ride in them with me the most-my family. Tomorrow I have the opportunity to turn things around. I don't have the highest level of optimism about this though...
It's not even that I'm mad at my parents. If you know me, you know I'm not the kind of person to blame others for my problems. Every single time I get behind the wheel with them in the passenger side of the car I flip out. I had begun to take herbal supplements to prevent getting sick just thinking about driving. Now I've figured out the cause of my anxiety.
While I was camping Dad called the BMV. He scheduled me at Sharonville, at 9:00 AM. Thanks Dad, that's only the hardest place to pass at the worst possible time! Knowing this, he agreed to take me out driving around the test area for practice. However, the whole thing was a mess. I never even got to practice maneuverability (the hardest part) in the car I'm testing in. He still seems to think this will be no big deal.
It makes sense to me why I have been petrified of driving for so long. It's more like, I'm petrified of my parents.
I hate to say this, but I'm glad I'm going back to school in a few days. I need a long break from this lifestyle.
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