Most have great memories… My first time happened against my will. The first time I did it was in a car. Obviously. I was scared. Frightened. What if something utterly bad happened? What if I got hurt, or something worse? But he pushed me. Said because of my fear it was even more reason to do it. “I’m too scared, I told you I don’t want to do this. Not tonight. Not so soon. I’m not ready.” He grabbed my hand and imposed it. He forced it upon me. “Do it. Just do it, NOW!” he ordered.
My hands were wet and sweaty. I felt faint. I felt ill prepared for taking this major step.
He held my hand with such strength I couldn’t pull it away. That made things worst. His intent was to make me feel his presence. I wanted my hand back. I needed control of both hands. I fought back the tears. I heard the other boys chuckle from behind. We weren’t alone and that certainly didn’t help. My heart was beating so fast I knew they could hear the beats drumming away crazily.
Shouldn’t I have both hands on the steering wheel the first time I drive a car on the freeway? What kind of a driving instructor grabs the hand of a 16-year old behind the wheel anyways?
I’ll never forget my first time on the freeway. It was rush hour. I was 16 years old. The other boys in the car with us had already been driving for over a year. They didn’t get to drive on the freeway that night. I was the only one. The instructor felt I needed to conquer my fear.
This is yet another Studio 30 Plus writing prompt. We’ve got two prompts per week. Not that I’m better than anyone else (…) but, I had something on both prompts this week. Plus, my approach was kind of similar to another member’s approach. Kind of. Read Carrie’s take on it here. This just goes to prove that when a good idea comes along, chances are somebody else may have the exact same good idea.