Personal Narrative: The Fear Of My Car

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Growing up, I always dreamed of having my own car. The speed, the fact that I could listen to whatever music I want, and the ability to go wherever I wanted thrilled me. When I finally recieved my car on my 16th birthday, I felt invincible. While I thought that getting the car would lead to nothing but excitement, the fear of getting into an accident, losing my car, and the overall responsibility of the gift made me realize that the car was not just a cool present for me to enjoy, but a liability that needed to be taken care of. I had to step up and be an adult. Getting into an accident has been a long time fear of mine. The fear of becoming seriously injured or losing a life just because of a simple mistake, such as running a stop sign or not paying attention, terrified me. You really cannot fully grasp the amount of responsibility you carry behind the wheel of a vehicle. As a child, I never had to worry about the fact that I held my own life in my hands, or that a thoughtless action could deeply affect me or others.I played the games at the arcade and acted like nothing would ever affect me. Driving is such a tedious task that seems so simple to passengers, but so complex to the driver. Vehicles are powerful, and I realized I had to be cautious every move I made. …show more content…
I always wonder if I locked my car or grabbed everything that could be of value. Walking back to parking lots after being in a store or the mall always leaves me anticipating walking to the spot that my car had been in to see nothing but the pavement. I had to learn to mature and make sure to lock my car and park it in a safe spot, rather than just leaving it unattended. Making sure I take or hide all of my valuables, like my purse or phone, was an important lesson to learn as well. You never know who is lurking, and I never wanted to find