Every teenager anticipates their 16th birthday when they can finally "legally" drive. Of course, being a farmers daughter, I was driving when I was 12. That meant that I started younger with the accidents. When I was 13, the men were branding the cows so I decided to entertain myself by driving the brown truck around. I was looking away and all of a sudden - THUD!! I hit a fence brace. I popped it into reverse, hopped out, straightened the brace and went on my merry way (Dad didn't notice the dent in the bumper until a few weeks later). When I was 15, I was driving "Little Gray" around the golf course and I hit an oncoming car. Everyone was fine. As I was pulling out of church, I wasn't paying attention and I scratched the entire side of Gary Jones' brand new truck. When I was senior, I hit a dog out on the old highway north of Mona. I was heading back to college and hydroplaned off the freeway. Needless to say, I have had my share of accidents. I just hope and pray that my children will be safe and sound.
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Don't worry baby. If they inherit my driving skills, any wreckage that they cause will only be on purpose. Well, not exaclty. One time a guy ran through a yield sign when I was 20 feet from the intersection and I ran into the back fender of his car. Jerk deserved it. Then most of my other mishaps were with trees and rocks. Dad would sit at the kitchen table on Saturday mornings looking at his truck trying to figure out what was different about it. I told him one time and he got mad so I would avoid the questions after that.
Ya I had my fair share of accidents as well. 2 in one day, and then 1 the next week. Ya that wasn't very fun. Oh well. It only makes us better drivers as we get older!!
I've probably had more than you have. I still owe my sister a car.
Oh, the joys and scarey parts of driving.
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