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I got my first car even before I knew how to drive. It was a birthday present from my parents. I started learning how to drive, from my dad. But in a while I realized that he did not have the patience to teach me. Moreover, I somehow ended up making more mistakes when he was teaching me how to drive. I guess, having him sit next to me in the passenger's seat made me really nervous. I would make the smallest mistake and then he would yell or say something and scare me.I felt like I would never get my drivers license.

With the money I had saved up, I decided to enroll for some automatic driving lessons. That was the right way to go. I was nervous to break this news to my dad as he was always excited when it came to teaching me anything. I realized there was no easy way to do it. One morning we were at the breakfast table. While browsing through the newspaper he suddenly told us, "I am planning to restore a classic car. ". He had always wanted to do this. So I knew he was in a good mood. I was glad and I had to seize the opportunity. I said, "Daddy this is so cool!! Hey, I am planning to enroll for some automatic driving lessons, apart from the driving we do together. I think I need a lot of work and you are going to be busy, as you will be restoring this classic car". It worked like a charm. He did not feel bad and agreed that it was a good idea for me to take some automatic driving lessons as he would be busy with work and also engaged with his hobby. I had done it.

My driving instructor was from an automatic driving lessons school that my brother had worked in at one point in time. I knew that these instructors were the best. My instructor was a friendly guy in his 40s and had been doing this for a while. He had the patience and all the qualities that were needed to be a good teacher. I felt comfortable showing him my driving skills and he was pretty impressed. It was a great start. He said, I would need just 3-4 lessons before I could appear for the test.This was going to be easier than I thought.

I paid attention to his advice, read the driver's handbook cover to cover several times and practiced as much as I could. I had to get this license! I was eager to drive my new car.

One day before my driving test my dad asked me to show him what I had learnt. I did and he seemed pleased too.

Finally on the day of the test my instructor came with me to the center and I will never forget the last thing he told me before I went in to take the test. He said, "Oh my! I forgot the most important lesson I should have taught you.". My heart skipped a beat. Now he tells me! I asked him what it was and he says,"Don't crash". He made me laugh. I went in with a smile and did well in my tests.

I could finally take my car out of the garage. As a gift to my instructor and dad I took my family and him out on a drive. I think it was a perfect ending to this chapter in my life. I was now a proud member of the driving community.