Driving Part 1

Having my own vehicle to drive in was something I always knew would be inevitable ever since I was a little kid. During the younger years I rode go-karts before gradually transferring over to four-wheelers and even ski mobiles! 

The first real car I drove was a Jeep Cherokee my parents bought me for the yard. Later I started driving at my work area in the trucks they had there at the bog.

Seeing people younger than me in age made me feel bad that I wasn’t driving yet. So my mom figured I was ready and signed me up for Driver’s ED. I took a test and got my permit. Then we started driving at night around the neighborhood circle everyday over and over for months. If I made a mistake I’d have to do it all over again.

As I did it more and more I got to the point where I started regressing and making careless mistakes. Then my brother realized that I needed to go to other places to be challenged and bring my alertness back which worked. During this process I have driven with four different people. My mother, father, brother and grandfather.  Can you guess which the order of  who I preferred driving with from best to worst?