From Boy to Man :: Example Personal Narratives

From Boy to Man It was December 26, 2002, a day that will live in my mind forever. I had just gotten my license three days before, and all I could think about was driving around with my friends and enjoying the thought that I was actually free to go wherever I wanted, and whenever I wanted. My vehicle was a 1994 Dodge. It was the family car that had been passed down. It had gone through my father, brother, and finally down to me. It was a fine piece of machinery, to me anyway. The stereo had five stations but no tape player. The van had cruise control, but that took a long time to work. I would usually have to try it four or five times before I could ever get it to work. It had snowed a couple of days before, so the roads were okay, but they still had some snow and ice on them. Since I had my license for three days, I had already been through all the weather that God could throw at me, so I knew that I was a driving expert. All the times before, in driver's ed., I had driven in the rain, in nice weather, mostly anything, but I was not prepared for what was going to happen on this day. I picked up two of my non-driving friends because I was considered to be cool now that I could drive around without my parents. We decided that we should go to McDonald's to celebrate my achievements. I had my normal #9 with a Coke, and I forget what they got, but that's really not important. After McDonald's we decided to go out and just be teenagers, which included driving around, looking for chicks to drool over, and all the while I am thinking, "Why didn't I get my license at age 12? This is a breeze." We went out to McNeil Road to go by my old school, just to laugh at it, but something went wrong. Since it had snowed a couple of days before, the roads were worse than I had ever encountered during driver's ed. The snow was blowing back and forth on the road.