Ok, i have been officially scared out of my mind. I am teaching my 15-year-old John how to drive.
There is nothing quite like the fear felt by a doting parent in the passenger seat as his young son approaches a busy intersection. If he accidentally hits the gas instead of the brake, everybody’s maimed or dead.
I’m the parent. I still can remember John when he couldn’t tell up from down or left from right. Now I am having to trust my life to the dexterity of his feet. Not just once, but again and again and again. I need a drink.