Personal Narrative: First Time Driving

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First time driving

This all started when I was six it was in the summer, we were living in Madison Illinois at the time, and I was outside playing with my sisters, then all of a sudden my dad pull into the driveway. He had just got a new car it was a 2003 Cadillac Deville at the time seeing him pull in, and get out of the car was the coolest thing to me.
So I ran up to him, and begged him to let me drive. He told me that I was too young, and would have to wait till I was a little bit older, so I asked how old would I have to be before I was able to drive he said 16. I didn’t have any patience at that time I said if I couldn't learn how to drive now I would die! He laughed a little, then he made a deal with me he said if I could learn how to ride a bike within the next couple days, then he would show me how to drive.
The next day I jumped out of bed ran to my dad's room, and jumped on his bed I told him to wake up today is the day I learn to ride a bike. He grabbed my sisters bike, and meet me outside. He stood
the bike up in the driveway, then asked me to get on it. I was nervous I was scared I was going to fall off, but he told me the lie that all parents say when they are teaching their kids to ride a bike for the first time, “I will hold onto you while you peddle so you want fall” him saying this made me feel so much better so now I'm confident I can do this. He gave me a big push, and I was doing it I was riding the bike, but I look back, and he wasn't holding me I start to shake I lose my balance, and fall. I got dirt in my eyes, my clothes were dusty, and I scraped my knee.
I ran to the bathroom crying. I wasn't crying because I feel it was because he lied I was too young to understand why. I was in there for about 15 min cleaning up then I heard my dad call me. He was in the driver's side of his car. My sister knocked on the door she said my dad wanted me. I walk outside he is the driver's side of his car. I walk over to him he picks me up, and sits me on his right thigh. He said he was sorry, but he knew I could do it by myself. I smiled, and said so I get to drive now? He said yes you can stir I can control the gas. So we back out of the driveway, and we drove down the street, and back slowly. Even tho he didn't really teach me how to drive, and it was only for a couple of minutes. This is one of my favorite memories as a child, not because I got to drive, but because I got to spend time with my dad.(537)

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Basketball

In elementary school to get on the basketball team all you had to do was be in the fifth, or sixth grade. You didn't need to be good, or athletic you just had to stay after school, and practice with the team.
We had practices after school Mondays thru Thursdays for about a one hour, and 30 minutes. In practice we learned how to shoot, dribble, pass the ball, and defense. A couple of days out of the week our coach would give us a free day. She just let us play three on three or knock out.
Knockout was one of the only reasons I went to any of the practices I went to any of the practices. I didn't like, or pay attention at practice I just like to associate with friends.
To play knockout you need at least three people, two basketballs, and half of a basketball court. You form a single file line, give the balls to the first two people in line, the first person shoots once they shoot the ball the person behind him can shoot, the first shot you take must come from the 3 point line. If the first shooter makes the shot before the second, then they hand the ball to the second person, but if the second person makes it before first then the first person is out. You keep playing until all, but one person is out, and that last person is the winner.
During my sixth grade year we didn't win a single game. In those games I didn't make a single shot. Looking back now I wish I would've have taken basketball more seriously maybe I could've done better or at least made some shots. I guess knowing how to play knockout didn't help much in the games. (301)

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Wrestling

Coming into jr high school I wanted to stay active, I wanted to find a sport that I was good at.
I was looking at the fliers about sports at school, and the only one that got my attention was the one about basketball. I never really liked basketball, and I wasn't good at it in elementary school, but I was thinking who could it hurt to at least try out.
I walked into the gym where tryouts were being held I see about 30 kids. I start to get nervous, because I'm one of the shortest kids there, and the other kids look like they had been playing basketball for while.
Tryouts start I see kids break off into groups, and have no idea what I'm supposed to do so i just walk behind a group, and just tried to look like I know what I'm doing. Tryouts are over the coach said you will get a message around 9:00 about who made the team, and who didn't. 9:00 comes I just knew I didn't make the team but I checked anyway, and of course I didn't hear my
name.
The next day during breakfast I was talking to a couple of the other kids who got cut. We were talking about looking for another sport that we could do. Somebody said football I thought yea, but I was too small for that, another kid said soccer, but I like more physical sports. The bell rang so I started walking to class, but then the principle stopped me he ask how much I weighed. I looked at him with a confused expression on my face, I said about hundred pounds why? He said central is starting a wrestling team this year why don't you, and a couple a friends go out for the wrestling team. I said sure, but I was so excited I was thinking this is perfect I can beat up on kids my size, and not get in trouble for it. That year I went undefeated with a 12, and 0 record I've been wrestling ever since. (353)