Now I Can Drive!

I've been ready to get my learner's permit for a while now. Because when I get my permit, that means I'm only 6 months from being able to drive on my own. I've also been wanting it because I love driving. I've been racing around on go-karts and 4-wheelers for years, and a car was always the step up. I turned fifteen on Friday, and as soon as school was out, I headed to the Highway Patrol office.

As we pulled up, I could not help but think that I had forgotten all the stuff I had looked over. We walked in and I started feeling calmer. I grabbed my number and walked up to the only person that was open. I filled out all the stuff and the lady told me to go to station 5, and to take my time answering the questions. I got in there, nervous at the time, and picked up the phone. I listened to my first question... and I answered it right. I was thinking, "Hey I know this stuff!". So I just kept popping off answers, and I had no clue on three of them.

I got everything right, except three, and I skipped one. When I came out, I gave my mom a worried look, like I had failed it. She looked back at me, looking worried too. Then I broke out a big ole grin! I had passed my test, first try! I was so glad to have it finally over as I walked up to the lady at the desk. I talked to her for a bit, while I filled out my papers. Then I went over to the camera, got my picture taken, and got my card printed out. On the way home, I drove on the interstate, which was..... interesting? I really don't like 18-wheelers.

I got home safe and sound. I didn't wreck or even come close. Well, that was my experience of the day I got my permit!