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My foster really loves cars, so since I was a child he taught me how to drive. He started to carry me on his legs and left me took the control over the handlebar. When I was tall enough to reach the pedals he left me took all the control of the car and he started to taught me how to drive correctly. This was the car where I learn to drive.

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The quinces are a very traditional Latin party when girls turn 15. But, I really didn’t want a party, so my parents gave me away a car with the condition of share it with my mother. Plot twist: They never let me use it lonely, but I really enjoyed while I was driving.

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My first accident was in my last year of high school when I was going out with some friends, and I accidentally hit a truck and damaged the car's radiator. It was my mom's car and I was grounded for about a year.

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This story is a little bit heavier. This happened in my first year of university with the car that my parents lent me to go to university. I have to confess that in this story I was too irresponsible and did something that I would never do again and nobody should do it.

At the end of an exam, I and some friends wanted to go to celebrate it and I made the terrible decision to drink alcohol. Then when I was returning home on a curve, a motorcycle that was going too fast crashed the back of my parents ca, and although it was not my fault, if I had been completely sober I would have been able to react better. Fortunately nothing serious happened and I was able to learn from my own experience.

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This car was the first car that was completely mine.

Finally in 2021, being much more responsible, I saved enough to buy a cheap car and as a Christmas gift my parents helped me with more money to buy the car that I really wanted. This Corrola was my beautiful car until I arrived in Vancouver and I had to leave it to my younger sister. This is that I most miss after coffee. My dog