When I was learning how to drive, my dad was my patient (wel..
Added 2024-09-06 07:51:19 +0000 UTCWhen I was learning how to drive, my dad was my patient (well, mostly patient) teacher.🥰 As an artist, I always thought I had a good eye for detail and focus, but driving a car was a whole different canvas! My dad would sit in the passenger seat, hands nervously gripping the door handle, while I tried to navigate the roads like they were a giant abstract painting.
"Slow down!" he'd yell, even though we were barely going 20 mph. "This isn’t a race track!" Meanwhile, I was just trying to keep the car inside the lines like a perfectly drawn sketch—easier said than done when those lines kept moving!
At one point, I tried to impress him by parking perfectly. I ended up halfway on the curb, and he just looked at me and said, "Well, at least you stopped the car." We both burst out laughing.
Driving with my dad felt like working on a painting—messy at first, but with practice, it started to come together. He always told me, “Driving is like art—you need patience and control.”
Now, every time I drive, I remember those moments and smile. Turns out, my dad didn’t just teach me to drive, he gave me one more life lesson—how to turn stressful moments into stories I’ll cherish forever💓
