First time I drove
My fondest memories of my life were always with my grandmother. Every summer and school holidays I would go spends them with my grandmother. Most of the time my family had a lot of problems; my father an alcoholic, my mother suffered from severe depression and my brother an addict. When I was home all I could see and hear was yelling and mad faces. There seemed to be no peace in my life. The only time that I felt complete peace was when I went to be with my Grandmother. For the time that I was with her everything was normal. I was her princess, and I could do no harm in her eyes. She knew just what to say and do to make me feel special.
One summer my grandmother had taken me to be with her and her friend at a beach house that her friend had just bought. It was just beautiful. It was on a canal the house was beautiful inside and out and the water looked so peaceful. I was just in heaven. I had not felt that much peace in a long time.
One morning my Grandmother noticed that I was feeling especially down, because I was worried about my family back home. I was thinking how nice it would be if, I could have a normal family and be on vacation with them here and we could enjoy like what I imagined to be a normal family.
As I was getting ready to walk out the door my grandmother asked “where are you going”? I said that I’m just going to go for a walk down to the store. My grandmother said “can I go with you?” I really did not want to say yes because, I really did not want to talk to anyone I just wanted to be alone. But I said “yes”, because I did not want to hurt her feelings.
As we walked down the stairs my grandmother said,” you know I am tired why we don’t take the car.” I thought that it was strange because the store was very close by, but I said “ok” again. As I approached the car my grandmother said” why don’t you drive? “I looked at her like are you crazy? After all I was only 14. She said “you can do it. I know you can.” I said...