I actually passed my driving test six years ago, but have not really driven since. Passing my test on the fourth attempt was such a huge achievement, given how badly I started out. Back when I was 17 my first two tests involved the letter D (for dangerous driving) far too many times… I actually gave up with the process for 10 long years.
I think I am still traumatised by my early experience, I recall vaguely driving over a roundabout (to be fair it was at least a painted one and not a hump in the middle of the road!), possibly breaking the speed limit and trying to go through a red light.
But at the mature age of 27 I was better positioned. My brother passed at 17 no problems but then I also took an age to learn to ride a bike. Obviously my mum did not refine my motor skills when I was younger…
Now we finally have a car, not unlike Peppa Pig’s shiny red one, it seems silly to embark on trips outside in torrential rain by foot… the boys and I got drenched yesterday after attending a birthday party. Soaked through on the long walk home!
Next year I will be driving our little red car.