Idon’t know how to drive.

Oh, of course I have a driver’s license. Getting one of those is easy enough. All you have to do is nail your parallel parking, and the state deems you fit to careen around the roads.

I haven’t done a lot of wild driving around nearby suburban neighborhoods. In fact, I haven’t driven much at all, because the minute I passed my exam, my dad took away the car keys. It’s not that he doesn’t trust me. It’s that he doesn’t trust me and loves his car more than he loves me, or so it seems.

When it came to teaching me to drive, Dad hired a service rather than sit in the family automobile with me behind the wheel. I was such a bad driver, I crashed during my first driving lesson.

It was snowing the whole time I was wheeling slowly around my neighborhood park. Going at

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