It all started with me learning a lesson about how cars work…
My mother had got into our new, piano black, Audi Q7 that my dad had just bought that week. When she had got into the car I made sure to pay attention to the push-to-start sequence since I had always dreamed of myself driving that car. I saw that you had to press the brake before turning it on. After my mother had turned the car on she continued to put the car into reverse. i had asked, “mom, why do you hold the brake when changing gears?”
“Because that’s the only way you can, if you didn’t the gear wouldn’t change,” she responded.
That had been the most important lesson I learned, but was also one of the worst decision my mom had made.
The next day, my father thrown a party to show off the car. This was quite a possession for my dad and he wanted everyone to appreciate it. My uncle buys/sells cars as a business, so my father had wanted to impress him with his new toy. Even though the car had all of the top-of-the-line technology such as; navigation, sunroof, and heated steering, but my uncle refused to tell my father it was a nice car. All the while this was happening my mother had sent e out to fetch my dad and uncles some food. Once the job was done I had thought it was a good idea to hop in the drivers seat to get my first feel of driving this new SUV. The car was left turned on and my childish mind thought it was a good idea to put the car in reverse to see how this gear changing stuff works. I had put the car in reverse and was about to run over my, car enthusiast, uncle. It was at this time I had also learned how to put the car in park, since my dad was on his way to beat my ass. We had made eye contact through the side mirrors and it was at that moment that I had poped the car in park and fled to my mother as fast as my chubby legs could carry me, hoping that she would defend me against my angry dad.