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A lesson learned: a childhood memory essays It was 10:00 am and a beautiful summer day. The summer of 2011 was Brasier time I was turning 16 and finally getting my permit. The only thing is that this story takes place when I was 15. I woke up to an empty house and felt free to do anything. Dad was at work, my brother was out and about, and my mom was at my sister's lacrosse tournament for the day. The thing I didn't realize was that my brother had not taken his car, but I discovered this tempting truth when I finally checked the garage. I felt more tempted than ever to take it out and cruise right on over to my friend's house. I had driven a car Duquette several times, so it wasn't like it was first time out on the road. At breakfast, as I remember, I was a craving meal from Dunkin' Donuts, and I was extra careful on the road going to a public place. My heart was racing driving over there, and if I ever got pulled over for any reason, it would have been the death of me. I made it back safely and parked outside instead of in the garage. I hated the garage space People Have an Irrational Need to Complete Sets of Things the time. It was so scary pulling in because it is such a small space for the car to fit in on both sides. I didn't even bother to try and pull it in. I called up my friend Ben and asked if I could swing by, and we could tramp on his trampoline. He was down Atkins it, and without hesitating, I got right back in the car and started to drive. During the ride over, I felt less nervous than I did on my way to Dunkin' Donuts and back. As long as I kept it chill behind the wheel, no cop could pull me over. I got to Ben's house, and he knew I was 15 and didn't have my license, but he thought it was hilarious that I took out the car. We tramped for awhile and got very sweaty from jumping around. With clear skies and at 90 F, the only thing we were thinking about was to whip back to my house to jump in the pool. I told Ben to just tail me on the way in his car and to let me know if I was a decent driver at the time. The self pride I.