Riding Car Cars Lesson

I walked as fast as I could away from the bus stop, my heart pounding, excitement burning up inside, overwhelming me to the point where I thought I could be sick any minute now. I was desperate to get to my friends house to tell her I was one step closer to my dream, it was actually happening.

My dream of being a paramedic that was, ever sinceIcould rememberI had admired the work of the ambulance force, idolised each and every one of the people that worked for them, and had a burning desire that had never faded to be one of those people.

Today, I was one stop nearer clutching a piece of paper tightly in my hand that informed the world I had just passed my driving practical test. The feeling was incredible, I was happy when I had passed my theory, but to be a fully fledged legal driver felt incredible and a step I thought I'd never achieve.

Having decided very young that I was destined to become a paramedic I'd realised that I would have to also drive an ambulance. Knowing this car driving lessons had become one of my first hurdles that I'd been determined from a very early ageon would start happening on my 17th birthday. Unfortunately, even back then, driving lessons were not cheap. I begged my parents for lessons over and over again, but we hadn't been able to even make it as far as getting my provisional licence, which was also far from cheap....

My dad had a car, but unfortunately it was a classic car, he'd developed an interest in them before I was born, and had spent most of his adult life tinkering with them, restoring them, showing them and driving them. Ever since I could remember every car we had for daily mundane tasks such has the school run or shopping had been a classic car, a great talking point at the school gates admittedly, but unfortunately there was no way he was ever letting me drive it.

I eventually left home having never took any driving lessons and whilst making my way through adulthood still with the burning desire to be a paramedic I took the odd driving lesson here and there when I could afford to between paying for studies and living expenses on a very low paid part-time job. Occasionally I had a block of lessons, but never quite got as far as being able to afford the right number of lessons orthe practical test at the end of them. Later I'd found myself in the situation of being a single mum to my son, every last penny from my job going on keeping a roof over his head, clothing him, treating him and generally keeping him happy. My paramedic dream had seemed like getting further and further away.

But, today here I was, bubbling with pride and excitement having just finally passed that very seemingly impossible practical test. My dream being one step closer. Today a car driver soon an ambulance driver, I couldn't wait, this had meant everything to me for years. I'd already made all the phone calls back to my parents and family telling them all the great news, and tomorrow I was planning to go and collect anice little cheap runaround I'd put a deposit down on.... I felt today was the beginnning of the rest of my life, and who knows? Maybe in a few years I'll even have my very own classic car to show off at the school gates!........