When I first read this poem, I automatically thought back to two years ago when my parents taught me how to drive. Everyone is taught how to drive at some point in his or her life. Whether we liked it or not, we were told when to stop, when to slow down, and when to "try once more" (Bowers 778). At first, like many other young drivers, I was somewhat unstable and insecure in my driving abilities. But after much practice, various mistakes, and guidance from my parents, I was able to drive on my own. With learning how to drive came independence and a rare since

There is only one way to make that vehicle go. However, one can chose "where" the car will perform, "how" the car will perform, and at "what speed". One has that choice.

of freedom. That is just how it is when it comes to life and the lessons it holds in its grasp. However, when we come up on trials, we have to learn to maneuver them and take them in stride.

In this piece, I believe that the speaker didn't learn his life's driving lesson at this time in his life. In line 41, he says, "unchanged after all of these years, my father, impatient, my mother trying hard not to smile, waiting for me to steer my way across this emptiness..." (Bowers 778). To me, this means that the speaker knows what he was supposed to learn from his experience, but she has yet to fulfill his wanted actions to change his current circumstances. At the end of the poem, he realizes that his parents want him to make a decision and "ste

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