Driving

My first driving experience was pretty traumatic. On a Sunday afternoon when I was 15 my dad decided to take me to the church parking lot for a driving lesson. We took his car because it was smaller (yes, I did say was.) I started off doing alright. I could turn it on, I remembered to put on my seatbelt, and I looked all around before pulling forward. The problems started, and ended, when I tried turning. I hit the curb. Not very hard, how could I? I was only going 5 mph. But that wasn't all. When I hit the curb I blew the tire. My dad was furious!!! He was still in his suit, I was wearing a dress, and now we had to change the tire. I started to cry. I was a failure! I would never learn to drive! We got out of the car and he started barking directions at me. He was really, really, really upset. He was still yelling when to my joy someone came out of the church and he had to stop yelling at me. He told me very tersely to go inside and call my mom to come and get me while he and this other man put the spare tire on. My mom picked me up and drove me and my tears home. My dad had an appointment the next day in a city about an hour away. He took the car in to get a new tire in the morning and the repairman said that it was a good thing I had hit that curb or he could have had an accident on his trip that day. Those tires were threadbare and just waiting to give out. He replaced all four of the tires that day, didn't have an accident, and didn't die. I say I'm responsible for his living through that day, even if I was afraid to go driving with him again. It still makes me kind of nervous.
That's my car, pictured, or almost, I have the same car as that anyway, white 2002 Corolla.
Update: I said was in relation to my dad's car because it was destroyed in Dec '05, I had nothing to do with it, I promise!
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