A Short Story

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The day I learned how to drive a car is etched in my memory for all the wrong reasons. You see, I come from an illustrious family of automobile lovers, starting with my grandfather. It was only natural for my childhood clique — my brother, a cousin, and me — to aspire to drive cars rather than ride bicycles, the more appropriate form of transportation for someone my age.