"maurice" Personal Narrative Essay on my first car FINAL DRAFT

Essay by JillzaCollege, UndergraduateA+, April 2004

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16 January 2004


There was always one major thought, the goal, a simple dream that made twinges of excitement flow through my body. The waiting was incredible, and it always seemed forever and a day before it would come true. This is a typical pre-teen, adolescent dream, yet it was as important to me as the sun rising. Nothing would ever top this, once I had it, no one could take it away. Getting my driver's license was only half the battle; the dream was to have my very own car. I wanted it and I dreamed about it everyday.

In my early years of high school, my older friends would drive me to and from school, just the normal everyday activities. Usually we would go grab a bite to eat, drop off some of the other passengers--mine was the third stop. Since I was too young to participate in all the activities on their agendas, I was unable to tag along.

I had rules and an over-protective mom who was strict on what time I was to return home (and made sure I completed my homework before allowing me to go out with my friends). As the time passed, and I was a bit older, all my close friends started to get their driver's licenses and living the freedoms that I still yearned. They were able to come and go as they pleased without the hassles of 'bumming a ride'. With their own transportation many were able to have more 'choice' jobs. My time for this accomplishment was nearing.

That coming summer I was able to take my driver's training courses. I was thrilled to no end knowing how close I was to achieving the same sovereignty as my peers. I had two courses...