|My mother in the Austin Healey|
When we arrived home my mother was in the kitchen cooking dinner. I was in tears. I told her I never wanted to drive the Austin Healey again and that I wasn’t willing to have my father teach me how to drive. She looked at me. She told me she would find a driving school to teach me. I went upstairs and lay down on my bed and wondered if I would ever learn, let alone enjoy driving.