Part one
A memorable experience that I had is probably the time I got my drivers licences. I remember I was so nervous and I didn’t know how to reverse park properly. I remember it was after school and my dad picked me up. We went to Laval to do the drives test because in the Laval SAAQ the road for the test is much easier than the one at Henri Bourse. We get to the SAAQ, I take a number and I wait. I thought their were going to make me wait for ever because you know its the SAAQ, they always make people wait a long time. However they didn’t and after about 20 minute my test is about to start. I remember I had to sign paper and I remember my hand shaking it was so funny. At that moment I thought I recognized the person that’s grading me but I couldn’t remember who she was. Whatever I stop trying to remember who she was and we got in the car. She makes her inspection and everything, she makes me step on the break and the gas to see if it works. Everything is fine. I start driving making sure I don’t go fast in the parking lot which is only 15km. So I got really annoyed that I was going that slow but whatever. We get on the road and I was actually confident I was during perfectly, I made no mistakes. I made sure that I was looking at both sides when I cross the intersection to make sure it’s oblivious so she notices it. Then it’s time to park and I still confident. I get ready and put the car in revers and I already messed up. I had to redo and fix the parking like five times. Thankfully my dad’s car had a camera and censers but the lady said I couldn’t use it. But I still did and because of that I was able to park. At this point I actually thought I failed but then she said I passed and I was like really and she said ya. I really thought I failed. Then I go inside I tell my dad I passed and he actually didn’t believe me. He had no faith in my ability to drive, but it was still finny though. After that with my new licence me and my dad drive back home, I tell my mom the good news and she also doesn’t believe me.
Part 2
An important experience I had if for sure the time I took my driving exam. It was after school and my dad picked me up to go to Laval for my test. The exam in Laval is much easier than the on in Henri Bourassa. We get in and I take a number I thought remember the place was going to make me wait a long time, however they didn’t. In 20 min my exam was about to begin. I was so nervous and when I had to sign the paper my hand was shaking. I remember when I saw the person that was grading my exam she seemed very familiar but I ignored it to get ready for the test. We get to the car and she doesn’t her inspection of the car everything is good and we hit the road. I remember that the parking lot speed limit was so slow it really annoyed. Anyways we get on the road and I’m driving perfectly, I’m looking on both sides when I cross and everything. However it’s time for the backward parking, I get into position and I start. It was terrible… I had to fix my parking 5 time I thought I failed. Thankfully my dad’s car had a camera and a censor. I wasn’t allowed to look at it but I had to. Finally I park and for sure failed. But then she says I passed and I didn’t believe it. I go back inside and tell my dad and he doesn’t believe it either. Finally we go back home and even my mom doesn’t believe me.
Part 3
One of the most intergalactic presidential experience I’ve lived in my youth has to be most to be most doughtily the time when I preformed the examination of the drivers exam. When looking back in the past the feeling of fear was placed inside my broken heart. This fear engulfed me. Moving on my father haulers at me from my old education facility where I wait patiently for his arrival. I enter his automobile and we stride to the famous city of Laval where I shall be attending this examination. We arrive at the SAAQ we gracefully enter as fear and passion. I hauler for a numerical numeral and wait attentively for my numerical value to be expressed. 1200 seconds later a person of the women kind leads my hand to the signature of approval. My hand trembling with this so called fear signs the document. We stride to my fathers automotive vehicle and perform the important ritual of insuring that the vehicle is properly functioning. I hope in the automobile like a kangaroo and begin to drive to the heavens. My driving is impeccable, perfection I say. However the darkest moment was about too being, the famous ritual of the parking of the backward. The battle has begun and my poor hands struggle to properly place the vehicle in the proper position. I this point I have committed a sin, I glanced at the technological advancements this car has blessed the souls with. With this beautiful technology I was able to safely station the vehicle in its rectangular position. Fear has taken over and disappointments has risen failure is on me. A beacon of hope has shined and I have passed the examination. I sprint to the heavens inside the facility to speak to father. I say father the examination has been passed. Father didn’t believe my accomplishment he called me a bastard. We hauler back home and mother also calls me a bastard.
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