tim posted on May 29, 2009 13:43
"Come on Mom, I want to drive. I can do it." With a slight turn of her head and a wry smile on her face, my mother said, "Okay, Tim, you can drive." We pulled onto a lightly developed road in the back of our subdivision. Mom put the Chevy Bellair into neutral, turned off the engine, got out of the car and we traded places. Soon, I was triumphantly behind the wheel of a car for the first time. "Okay, start it up and let's get going." That wry smile had become more of a constrained smirk by now, but I was oblivious, I was in the driver's seat.
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