I'd taken my teenage daughters on a weekend trip to Solvang, a Danish community, of about 50 miles, north of Santa Barbara. I was driving a '78 Camero, and Carrie, 15 1/2, begged to drive. We were on country roads and I really thought this might be the best place for the first time driving. We lived in a city, and driving was more of a challenge at home.
I let her drive, and she did very well. All of a sudden the country road, merged with a freeway! Her eyes got really big and she said, never taking her eyes off the road, "What do I do, now!". She exited the freeway, as soon as possible. She's still a great driver! If I do say so myself.
HaHa...I remember teaching my daughters to drive...had many heart in throat experiences. I wonder if they remember them!
ReplyDeleteLOL! I remember my mom teaching me to drive when I was 15 1/2. I also remember her making me learn to change a tire before she'd let me get my driver's license, as well as learning how to fill up the car with gas. I was fearful I'd hit the gas pump and there would be a big explosion!
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Solvang! One of my favorite spots. My grandparents are from Denmark and it has always been special to us. Oh, I so remember teaching the kids to drive and my husband never wanting to let me drive and yet had no trouble with me teaching the kids to drive. ;0)
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