Two years ago (two years after getting my driving licence) I got fed up of driving and I decided that I wouldn’t do it again. I developed such a hatred towards it that driving became a real paranoia for me. I like travelling by car, but being me the driver used to made me sick with anger (funny: not with fear).
My parents only helped to make things worse…
But today, my friend N. (the one who is going to Manchester… Oh, how I’m going to miss her too…) literally begged me to take her to the river by car (we could have gone on foot, but she really insisted a lot to go by car) so… After two years I got MY car (who is usually driven by my younger sister) and we both survived 🙂
Anyway, I should get a little more practice… 😛
Oh, the water was really nice 😉