SouthCoast Drivers Never Forget Their First Driving Lesson
My first driving lesson was with my dad in the parking lot of St. Mary’s Parish in Dartmouth. I can still remember him asking me to park in one specific spot and “hitting” the make-believe car right next to it in the attempt. The next lesson was at DeMello Elementary School and it was a little better. Before long, I was practicing on the back roads of town and then eventually the highway.
My little sister is now 17 and has her license. She is much better at driving than I was at her age and practiced in all of the same spots I did. It was fun to take a trip down memory lane as I took her out driving a few times.