When I turned sixteen I got my license that summer, I was really exited, even though it was a provisional license and could only drive by myself or with an adult with a license I was thrilled. The provisional license only lets you drive certain hours at night but I didn't care I was happy I had passed both my written and behind the wheel test on my first try. I remember those days perfectly. The first was the day I took my written test, my brother took me I was so not ready that day, he got home from work and I was suppose to be studying because I knew he was going to take me to the dmv that afternoon, but I fell asleep. So when he got home he woke me up and said "Let's go." And all I remember was been mad at myself for forgeting to study and falling asleep. We got to the DMV and I got my test and sat down, I seemed to know what I was doing because I felt like I was done preety quick. I looked at my brother and I saw his expression wich meant "to go over the test again," so I did. Then i finally got up and took it to the lady that would grade it, and she went thru it so fast i wasn't counting how many I was getting wrong. Then all i heard was "you passed," I was soo exited! And I hugged my brother and he was happy for me too. Afterwards I scheduled an appointment for my behind the wheel test. That day I was really nervous, my mom took me this time I remember having that one person who everyone seemed to fail when they took the test. AKA the "the fat lady" she was known to be a tough grader and alot of peple would fail. So in my head i was like fml. So we took off, she would tell me where to turn and I listened  I drove freakin nervous but i played it off kool. Finally she asked me to drive back to the DMV so I did, I pulled in to a parking spot and she said,"turn off the engine," I did. She checked off things on the paperwork in her hands and said,"you passed." I got out of the car and called my dad, I was soo happy he said "felicidades hija." I walked towards my mom and she knew i passed she said becasue i had a big smile on my face.

After passing my tests I was exited, because i knew the next step was going to be for me to be getting a car. Meanwhile I drove my parents car, but I wanted my own car. I had money saved up so I knew that money would go towards my first car. When I turned seventeen I bought my first car, a 2003 vw jetta. I liked it alot it was gray small and cute. And best of all it was mine =). It got me from point A to point B and that was all i needed it for preety much so i was happy. I was in High school i would drive it to school, from school to home, and work and back. The only thing I didn't like about my car was that it was stick shift, at first i was like ya i like it, since I first learned to drive in a stick shirt car but after a while i got annoyed. I wanted an automatic car.

When I was almost nineteen my brother bought himself a new truck, and I decided to get rid of my car and  I kept his old truck. =) I loved my new truck it was big and i was exited because I felt way better in a truck than the small jetta i remember driving in freeways and thinking gosh those trailers are going to crush me. But now i was thrilled to have a big truck, I wasn't scared of any cars on the road. I felt the same and not little anymore. My truck is spacious and I feel like I could fit way more friends in it. lol. Plus i feel like it fits my personality.

(my truck in snow)