My youngest granddaughter now has a drivers license. She passed the driving exam on the first try with a score of 98. Now all I have to do is to learn to live with the fact that she is growing up, even if I don’t want to admit it. She was a lot easier to deal with when she was a baby and thought granddad was fun to be around.
I did not pass my driving exam on the first try. It seems that they did not want a new one way street on the route I had to take. It looked like one way to me.
Getting a license has changed a lot since I was a kid. We had to study a handbook. Now, they just go online and take trial exams until they are ready for the real thing. We had to go to a State Police station and wait. Now, they make an appointment. Now they place the burden of learning how to drive upon the parents. Way back then, we got someone to show us how to shift a manual transmission and then we just took it from there.
To celebrate granddaughter’s accomplishment, we all went out to dinner. When I got my license, I was sent on an errand. I still go on errands.
In the old days, we didn’t have seat belts, air bags, crash bumpers, backup cameras and warning lights. We had cars built like tanks and curb feelers for parallel parking.
You had to be tough to get a license back then.
PMO
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