When most people think of turning sixteen, they think of receiving their license and, of course, a car. Being the basic girl that I am, I had the same high expectations as any girl would. I was spending the hours before my birthday pinning car goals and car shopping on Pinterest. I had even been practicing driving with my dad, which, of course, did not go well. I spent multiple hours hearing him yell at me, “Stop, you are about to rear end someone!” or  “I am waiting for the day you rear end someone and will be sued.”  I never considered listening to my dad because I just kept thinking that he was old and had no idea what he was talking about. Soon after I received my license, I quickly realized that I should have listened to my dad.
Finally, the day I was anticipating had arrived.  I was going to receive my driver’s license, and everyone in my family was expecting me to fail the driver’s test. I admit, I also had the same expectations due to how poor my driving was.  Moral of the story, I failed the driving test. However, the lady was kind enough to not ruin my birthday when she told my parents. For the next five months, I was driving around in my dad’s car. Nevertheless, I was still having dreams about buying my own car. My dream car was a white, old-school Mustang that I could place my monogram all over. I kept begging my dad and he repeatedly denied me due to all the items I had hit recently with his car. I had hit: mailboxes, poles, trashcans, and traffic cones, but I still was trying to convince him to buy me a car. After about five months of begging, I realized everything was all just a dream and would probably never happen.
One day, I was on my way home from school and was having a overly rough day where nothing was going right. My dad was driving and seemed peppy and happy and I was so confused. My dad is normally not the happiest person to be around. As we pull into the drive way, I there see a white, shiny Mustang with a huge pink bow in my driveway. I opened my car door, ran inside and smelled the new car smell and realized this car was everything I ever wanted. I named her Lucy and could not wait to take her for a drive. Before I could drive Lucy around, I, of course, had to take a selfie with her to make sure everyone knew that I acquired my car. Later that day, my dad and I went for a drive and there he went with his nagging about how I was going to rear end someone. Literally one month later, I realized Lucy was just a nightmare dressed like a day dream.
I was driving to go eat dinner with my friend Omar and he was in the passenger side. Of course we had the radio blaring and he was taking snapchats of us singing our favorite song, “Blank Space.” Someone cut in front of me and slammed on their brakes. I saw my life flash before my eyes. I tried so hard to move over lanes, but just as I did they went the same way as me. I had no time to stop and rear ended them going forty-five miles per hour. I then realized I should have listened to my dad to never follow too close to someone and if someone cuts in front of you to slow down. I moved out the car to find that I completely totaled the car and that I hit them so hard that I had Pontiac inscribed in the front bumper. To make matters worse, I found out I did not have full insurance on the car yet because we did not have time to put full coverage on the car. That was the day my dream ended in the blink of an eye.
The day I wrecked my car was life changing to my parents and me. The wreck made me realize that I needed to be more careful when following behind others. The wreck also made my parents realize that insurance was a good idea for an inexperienced driver. Receiving a new car may have seemed like the most exciting moment, but the moment  was gone instantly. Receiving my new car was the best, yet the worst moment of my life.