My first experience driving ended with a minor accident. I was excited to drive my father's new Mercedes for the first time with two friends. While engrossed in conversation, I failed to notice a pickup truck had slowed down in front of me and rear-ended it. I was devastated when I saw the dent in my father's beloved car, worried about his reaction. When I arrived home and told my father what happened, he was more concerned for my safety than furious, but still reprimanded me and barred me from driving his car until I learned to be more responsible.
My first experience driving ended with a minor accident. I was excited to drive my father's new Mercedes for the first time with two friends. While engrossed in conversation, I failed to notice a pickup truck had slowed down in front of me and rear-ended it. I was devastated when I saw the dent in my father's beloved car, worried about his reaction. When I arrived home and told my father what happened, he was more concerned for my safety than furious, but still reprimanded me and barred me from driving his car until I learned to be more responsible.
My first experience driving ended with a minor accident. I was excited to drive my father's new Mercedes for the first time with two friends. While engrossed in conversation, I failed to notice a pickup truck had slowed down in front of me and rear-ended it. I was devastated when I saw the dent in my father's beloved car, worried about his reaction. When I arrived home and told my father what happened, he was more concerned for my safety than furious, but still reprimanded me and barred me from driving his car until I learned to be more responsible.
Your teacher has asked you to write a story for your school magazine.
The story must have
the title:
My First Experience
Your story should include:
a description of the experience how it ended
Write your story.
My First Experience
was thrilled on the day I received
my driving license as would be driving on my own for the first time. My father had agreed to allow me to drive his brand-new Mercedes. Two of my best friends wanted to tag along too. As my father handed the car keys to me, he said firmly, 1 do not want to see a scratch on my car." I nodded and immediately took the key. I felt excited once I had my hands on the wheel while my friends were looking forward for the ride. We drove along the main roads around town. We were engrossed in talking and I did not notice that the pickup truck in front had slowed down. I only realised when I heard a bang. I was shocked and got off the car. Upon looking at the condition of my father's car, I felt so devastated. I whispered to my friends, "My father is going to be really mad." Iwas lucky that the driver decided not to lodge a police report as it was only a minor accident. However, I was more worried about my father's reaction after seeing the dent on his beloved car. When reached home, I immediately told my father what had happened. Luckily, he furious as I had was not as
expected. He was more concerned of my safety. Nevertheless,
was reprimanded and was barred from driving his car until I