As I completed eighteen, I decided to learn how to drive a car. My maternal uncle hired for me a motor-driving trainer. I had learnt how to drive a car. One day, we were invited in the neighbourhood for dinner. My elder brother drove out the car but I insisted on driving the car. My father also supported me. So I was at the steering wheel. The moment I began driving, several persons appeared on the road going from one side to the other. I got confused and forgot to use brakes. My car hit a motorcycle which was standing nearby. I got out of the car. My brother and father reconciled the bike owner. I was at home and felt utterly terrified. I got scared of driving. But my maternal uncle told me that I had got to learn how to drive a car. So I began all over again. This time I was determined to be a perfect driver. I practised for three months and my fear gradually disappeared.