11:28 a.m. on May 24, 2004
I started driving when I was about 9 or 10. My Dad would let me steer home on the quieter streets. When my Mom was in the grocery store, I would wait in the car for her. She would leave the keys in so I could listen to the radio. Inevitably, I would start up the Dark Green Granada & back in & out of our parking spot. When I was 11 or 12, I would take the Granada on joy rides around the park with my 3 best friends, all 4 of us crammed in the front seat. We would laugh hysterically, as I could barely see over the steering wheel. Sometimes I would be laughing so hard, I would stop the car in the middle of the street. Luckily in our small town, there was hardly any traffic. When I was 15, I took the car on many errands. On one such errand, I was backing out of a parking spot, looking behind me to make sure I did not hit anything, but I did not bother to look where the front of the car was going and as I turned, I smashed the right front of my car into the side of the car parked next to me, bashing the hell out of the drivers' side door. I hightailed it out of there, because getting caught would mean being grounded for a year. I was able to cover up any damage to my parent’s old car by hammering in the rubber part of the fender back in place. I never got caught. I also never bothered to take a drivers education class, so at 16 I still did not have my license, but that did not stop me from driving. My friend Lara had her license and would borrow her sisters’ Pinto. One Saturday we were watching movies until late at night & our friend David needed a ride home. Lara asked me to take him & gave me the keys to her sisters’ pinto, warning me the left blinker did not work. After I dropped David back at his place, I started back to Lara’s house. As I turned right around a corner, I saw a police car was behind me. I panicked and started looking at the speedometer to make sure I was not speeding, instead of paying attention to how I was driving. I had to make a left to get to Lara’s house, but since the left blinker was not working, I decided to make another right turn. I guess this looked weird on top of my weaving and the cop pulled me over. I lied & told him I had a license, but just forgot it, not knowing they can look these things up. Now I was in trouble for driving without a license and lying to a small town cop. They took me into the station to call my parents to come pick me up. My Mom was deaf & my Dad snores extremely loud, so of course they did not hear the phone at 3:00 AM. The cops then drove me home & I had to go wake up my Dad by saying: “Dad, the police are here to see you”. I did not drive again for almost 10 years after that and did not get my license until I was 25.

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