I don’t like it. *points at tile*
I went driving with dad today. Last time I practiced was about…1½ years ago or something. I always got a panic behind the wheel back then, and although I don’t panic now, I always feel like I’m going to puke or something. It’s not a nice feeling.
Although I guess it was fine.
Dad said to mom that I drove like a car thief, but I don’t really get the reference.. It was all wobbly and all, but still…