The summer before my senior year in high school was spent either making breadsticks at donatos or practicing with the marching band. I finally had a break so i called my friends to hang out and we decided we were gonna meet and and then drive to another friend's house and convice him to hang out with us.
Both of my parents being cops, I was taught to drive cautiously, and well, you can probably imagine how it would be. Seatbelts, mirrors, no loud music, hands on 10 and 2, signal every turn, come to complete stops, how fast are you going, no cell phone! So I as was driving to my friends house, what was i doing? Talking on my cell phone. The road that I was driving is a speed trap. There are always cops. I was going 42. 42 and talking on my cell phone. The cop pulls me over, and I had no idea what i did. I couldnt breathe. I was panicing, I couldnt find the registration... I couldnt even answer him to tell him where i was going. I just made a wierd wheezing noise. The speed limit was 30. Ticket. I was so upset that i didnt even call my friends to tell them i was going home. I was so mad. When I got my licensed I told myself i was never going to get one. When I came home, I handed my parents the ticket, and went to my room. I was punishing myself before my parents could take my license away. I didnt drive the next day, nor the day after that. Later I found out that my parents did not even care that i got the ticket. They didnt take my license away like i thought they would. Now i never speed.
One day when i was going to a high school football game, I was driving on the highway to get the school, and an ambulence was in my blind spot, and turned its siren on. I thought it was a cop i started to pull over and hyperventalate! I always think that cops are watching me now!
Hi Patrick:
ReplyDeleteI think it's very interesting/humorous/tragic (just kidding) that both of your parents are cops. This is a good story that you could incorporate into a memoir about having parents as cops, particularly during the teenage years. Did it make you feel different than other kids? Like you couldn't get away with anything or rebel?