Big Fish

This is a story about the first time I backed the car out of the driveway. Actually, it was the first time I was the driver instead of a passenger. I was scared, to say the least. One day I asked my mom if I could pull the "little car" out of the driveway. It is not just called the little car for any old reason, in fact this car is really tiny, like one of those cute little clown cars at the circus. So anyway, my mom was like "yes I will let you, but not right now, I have to start dinner." Ugh, I thought. This is the thousandth time I have asked you to let me and there is ALWAYS something you have to do instead. Why can't we? It will take literally 2 seconds, just please let me pull the car out of the driveway, nothing will happen. Nothing at all. I mean, what can possibly go wrong?! "Stop bothering me, if you ask one more time, I will never ever let you drive. Just stop. Besides, you are not old enough to begin with." With that being said, I walked away. No, I stomped away. I was so mad, I couldn't even walk calmly, instead I stomped my feet like a little baby. Then I heard the front door open. "DADDDDDD." I said, "will you please, please let me pull the car out of the garage, please, I'm begging you!" I finally persuaded my dad to let me. It took me hours, but he finally said yes. So, I threw on my flip flops and I grabbed the keys and dragged my dad out to the garage. I hopped into the drivers seat. I didn't think that I would need to buckle up since we were just pulling out of the driveway but my dad insisted that I just put my seat belt on. I put the keys in the ignition and started the car. Immediately, I saw my dad get nervous. I told him that it would be fine, that I knew what I was doing. I put the car in reverse, and slowly inched out of the driveway. It was going well until I heard a snap. I wonder what that was? I thought... However, I quickly found out. It was my flip flop. It was stuck on the brake pedal. We were still in reverse and since I wasn't able to press down on the brake, we shot out backwards. I started screaming and my dad started yelling at me. Not knowing what else to do, I shut my eyes and hoped for the best. When I opened my eyes, we were across the street, on my neighbors curb. I looked over and saw my angry dad. His hand was clenched on the emergency brake which he had used to stop the car. "Get out of the car. Now." he said. I immediately started crying. I felt like such a dork. UGH. How horrible. Now, my parents will not let me pull out of the driveway. Hopefully I will be able to soon...