“Alright, does that make you feel better?” » The sun was just beginning to peek out from behind the clouds. A light mist covered the bright green blades of grass in our neighborhood park. Tiny birds flew above the ground, chirping to each other. I breathed a deep sigh of relief and replied, “That’s better, Mom.” This was the third lap we were behind the wheel; the first two times I came to dub it as an “epic fail”. My first time behind the wheel, I got so nervous that I mistook the gas pedal for the brake pedal. I'm sure many know how this story goes, but luckily I was in an empty parking lot; Fortunately, we just surprised a stray cat. By my second attempt, after hours of repetitive driving, parking, and changing turn signals, I had acquired my basic driving skills. The third round was here and I wanted a challenge. There I was, preparing to leave the black sidewalk of the parking lot and head straight for the main, mean streets. We woke up very early this Sunday morning, to avoid any heavy traffic. There my mother was in the passenger seat. She told me old stories about when she learned to drive. As she recalled memories from the depths of her mind, she told herself that she had no sense of direction. “I couldn’t tell you 4th Street from 5th Avenue,” she laughed. Then she remembered that she didn't even know what "give in" or "merge" meant, even though she was a foreigner. As Mom brought back memories from the depths of her mind, the only thing coming out of me was sweat. My eyes were wide open, strictly glued to what was happening in front of me. Looking out the windshield, my eyes moved from the sedan on my right to the Camry on my left, ...... middle of paper ...... without the slightest feeling of anxiety. The streets began to hum with the sounds of traffic, as more and more cars began to parade down the stretch of road. “You’re doing great,” Mom reassured me. After about another hour of driving, scraping the pavement, we were both ready to go home. “You know mom, you taught me an incredible lesson today,” I said with great gratitude to my mother. “You weren't bad at driving at first,” she began, but I knew she didn't understand what lesson I was referring to. I realized that day that sometimes different ways of learning and teaching are much more effective than others in a certain situation. Even if a way of teaching may seem crazy, or even if you don't realize it's happening like me, you need to have a little trust in the teacher. I glanced at my mom and simply said, “Thank you..”