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Dawn Farrell

Beware All Pedestrians

After six years thinking about it, I’ve decided to finally get my license. I probably would have procrastinated on it for a few more years, but my boyfriend and I are buying a car at the end of October.

So, I purchased my Ontario driver’s handbook and have been getting ready to take my G1. I regret having waited so long because now I have to learn in the city. In my opinion, I don’t think many of the drivers on the city streets should be behind the wheel. However, this also makes me believe my chances are better at passing.

Yes, I’m scared. I’m scared sitting in the passenger seat, while cruising on the highway in rush hour traffic. The only reason why I have never wanted to get my driver’s license in the past is because I’m afraid of getting into a car accident.

When I was a little girl, I was in Toronto visiting my grandparents with my family. My mother and I took the car out to pick up some groceries from the corner store. We were crossing through an intersection and a school bus hit us from the front.

While growing up, I had nightmares from this experience. I was so young that I didn’t remember everything expect being in the hospital. The doctors took my mother away from me. I can remember us reaching to get close to one another. It wasn’t until years later that the reality of it all came back in my dreams.

In my reoccurring dream, I was in the back seat of the car and my mother was screaming at me to get down. At the same time, I was trying to get away from my father’s saw blade that was sitting on the floor of the car.

One night, I woke up and told my father all about it. He then told me this happened to me. I couldn’t believe it. I still wonder to this day, how could I have dreamt about all of this and it be so precise.

So, now in a couple weeks, I’m going down to the license bureau to write my test. Also, I’m planning to take a driver’s education program, hoping this will help me come over my fear.

P.S. We are buying a standard (Like this could all get any harder).

~The Journals of D…

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