first driving lesson with dad

When I was younger, I wished I was a boy. I got so into those American shows whereby they would have those father-son moments, when 'Dad' would teach 'son' to play baseball, basketball, stuff like that. I was envious, I'll admit. But I also like being a girl, why shouldn't I? I get to be spoilt, I get to cry without anyone saying I'm 'such a baby', I get to admire all lovely and cute stuff without being looked upon as some prissy weirdo, best of all, get to stare at drool-worthy guys.Lol. Okay, I know I'm stating the stereotypes of my gender, and somehow making them seem all right, but what can I say? That's how I feel. Lol.

As I was saying, I wished I was a boy but I like being a girl, so it was a little dilemma there for a moment. And no, the whole changing-gender-thing did not occur in my mind at all, I was as innocent as I can be at that age. Then came shows about father-daughter moments. Whereby 'Dad' teaches their little girl how to play baseball as well, and there's those bedtime story-telling moments, cooking for 'Mummy', etc. You get the picture. Unfortunately, my dad never really did all those with me. Before anyone can say I have a sad childhood with my dad, take that thought back, or else I would hunt you down for your blood. I love my dad and he's one of the reasons why my childhood's so fun and memorable. My dad and I were more of the kind who would bond over stupid stuff and food, rather than bedtime stories and baseball practices. I remember playing dead at times, and my dad would take me by my wrists and ankles, hanging me up like some little sheep on the verge of being roasted. Lol. Or when the both of us pig out with some snacks in front of the tv. Stuff like that.He loves to mock me at times, just like how I love to mock him as well.

So as I was saying again, those father-daughter moments on tv shows, did made me feel a little envious as well, but only because I wanted my dad to teach me something too. Something that I'd learn and remember for the rest of my life, where I would teach my kids too. I learnt to ride the bicycle by myself, I learnt to cook from my mom, I learnt my difficult subjects from my brother, basically,there wasn't much I learnt from dad.

And it all comes down to the main topic in my post for today, whereby I actually learnt something from dad! Yeap, I learnt how to drive. I know, finally, after what seem like forever, I am finally learning how to drive. Lol. Although it was only 20 minutes, but I really enjoyed the time spent. Sure, he raised his voice a little due to impatience (and as much as I hate to admit it, also due to my lack of rational thinking at times, lol), but in the end, it was all good. Well, not that my driving's good yet, but I'm still learning the basics, and when I say basics, I mean basics.

The 20 minutes there was a father-daughter bonding moment for me and my dad. Though I was a little, well to put it mildly, disorientated, but I generally had a nice time. However, as nice as it was, the whole lesson was mortifying for me actually. I forgot that when you press the brake, you had to press the clutch as well, unless you're on free gear which I wasn't. That was the most classic driving logic that Dad had taught me even before the lesson. I entirely forgot about it and immediately hit the brake, causing the engine to die. Lol. And I can't tell you how many times I killed the engine, or the time whereby I tapped the gas too hard, or released the clutch too fast. Thankfully, no one was around to watch my silly 'stunts'. The most mortifying however, had to be when I could not release the hand-brake. Honestly, I could not release the hand-brake. I ended up laughing my head off as my dad laughed at me. My left hand simply refused to lift the brake up so my dad ended up having to lift it for me instead. Hey it's not my fault that I'm so used to my right hand, I'm not usually that weak.

I have a feeling the whole hand-brake thing will come haunting me every time my dad sees me. Sigh. So much for hoping a nice father-daughter moment.