After moving to Manhattan, I
often go out of my condo as if I have a motor on both legs.
The first test in the United
States failed because I learned to drive incorrectly so that my right foot was
on an accelerator and my left foot was on a braking in Seoul. In the United
State, I went to a private institute to practice with one foot. I took a
driving test, but the driver accidentally locked the key in the car, making a
fail again.
I learned to drive a car
from my husband. My husband taught me more comfortably than driving school
instructor. The day of childbirth was nearly imminent, and I went to the
driving test with a large belly. "If I don't get a driver's license this
time, it will be harder to get a driver's license if I raise my child." I
said to a driving tester. I passed the exam. Maybe he sympathized with me.
Whether driving is a
personal history or not, all my family members are not good at it. Thinking of
something, I passed by the stop sign. When I saw where I was looking, I was so
excited that I suddenly stopped. I looked back and scolded the children who
were in the back seat. That's why I had several accidents. I couldn't take the
wheel any longer, thinking of my husband, who was nervous when I drove out.
Everyone in the family of
marriage drives well. They are talented and enjoy driving. What's interesting
is that if a husband who's annoyed gets to the wheel, he's as kind as a hired
driver. He drove both children to commute to school from kindergarten to high school.
When my kid was a teenager, He also drove children's extra-curricular
activities so that they wouldn't have time to derail during puberty. When I
went out, he also drive for me, so maybe my husband was a driver of our house
in previous life.
Whether thank or sorry for
his driving on a long time, children ride their bikes without hesitation. I am
also free to go to places where I want to go with two healthy short legs
without asking my husband because I am sorry anymore.
An acquaintance that said,
"when I drive with sunglasses on and a audio volume up, I feel the taste
of living in America." She asked me, who doesn't drive at all. What flavor
do you live in America?
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