I was fifteen years old and my parents just bought me a car. My mom was letting me drive for the first time. We went everywhere that day and I was happy to be behind the wheel. Our last stop was Wal-Mart and she asked me to drop her off at the door and park the car. I drove away to look for a parking spot. I finally found one and thought I was a pro. I cut the wheel to close and smashed the car into a red truck. I panicked and couldn’t get my car off the red truck. So I cut the car off and ran in Wal-Mart like I was crazy, yelling and screaming my mother’s name until I found her, explaining to her what had just happened. We waited in that parking lot for hours until the officer finally arrived. I didn’t drive my car until about six months later.
It was the day of my graduation and I was feeling myself a little after I walked across the stage. Now y’all know after a big event like that, I had to what do the kids say now a days “turn up”. The word on facebook, twitter, and instagram was that someone was throwing a house party. Now I can’t dance to save my life but that’s not the point. I told my parents when and where I was going to be at and who I was going to be with and they was fine with it. I began to get dressed and told my girls that I’ll be ready in an hour. All dolled up, I made my way to the door. I started the car, and put in my favorite cd. I put the car in reverse and started to back up out of my drive way and I swear it came out of nowhere. One minute it was clear and the next minute bam! I hit my brother’s car. All of my friends were out having a blast and I was at