My 3rd car accident

I was going to a barbecue in the countryside with four, out of my six brothers and sisters.

Since my 1st and 2^nd car accident little fright, I got some few lessons from my older brother and had enough self-confidence to ask him to take the wheel myself.

It was a perfect clear day, in a deserted and dusty countryside road, and it seemed like a perfect opportunity for me to practice my driving skills.

That time, in which I almost erased half of my family off the face of the earth, left me with a reputation that still haunts me…

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My 2nd car accident

When I was 14 years old, I insisted to my father that I'm old enough to learn how to drive.

We went to our small village aerport parking lot to practice. He put the car in a corner, in order for me not to worry about turnings and curves.

The problem was that the parking lot was elevated from the surroundings, and I still had problems to differenciate the first and reverse gear, and also to coordinate my foot between the break and gas pedals while panicking.

After this first lesson, my older brother was put in charge...

My 1st car accident

When I was 8 years old, a friend of my father left his car in our garage.

My friend, who's father was a truck driver, told me he knew how to drive.

We secretly took the car keys, and my friend showed me how he could drive the car back and forward.

I couldn't admit that he, which is a year younger than me, could do something I can't, so I also tryed to drive it.

But, pushing down the gearstick to reverse was too much of an effort for my little hands...

After hitting the car bumper against the garage wall, me and my friend spent a good couple of hours trying to put it back, and hide the scratches.

My father never knew.