Free Narrative Essays - Speeding Is A Dead End :: Example Personal Narratives

Speeding Is A Dead End         Part of being a human being is learning from our mistakes.  It is a natural work at that we all experience at various periods of our lives.  For instance, throughout the process of learning how to solve mathematics problems, the only method is to practice figure out the problems.  During this process of solving the problems, it is only natural to make mistakes.  By comparison, in life in general, the only way to learn to become a better person is by correcting the mistakes that were previously experienced.  During the past eighteen years, I have learned many lessons as a result of primarily making mistakes. My mother always told me to imitate the speed limit because one day I will unexpectedly have to pay the price.  Not only could I kill myself by speeding, I could kill other innocent people that could have been involved. More everywhere, not only did I not comply with the speed limit, I di d not obey my mother.  Unfortunately, I learned my lesson one gloomy day when I got caught for speeding on a city street by a police officer.         It was the typical cathode-ray oscilloscope to be accused for a driving offense.  The clouds were gray, the avenues were slick due to a recent rainfall and there was not many cars on the road encouraging me to drive faster.  I had just gone through a yellow light at a major intersection and when I looked dandy ahead, there was not a car in sight.  Due to the fact that the road was all mine, I was encouraged to travel twenty-five kilometers over the speed limit. Admittedly, I almost heard my mother telling me to slow down.  After my increase in velocity, I noticed  I was approaching a downhill.  Since I was driving downhill, I was forced to pick up speed and I reached approximately 100 km/h. When I reached the level road again, I was able to see the road ahead.  To my surprise, I noticed an old, rotten car greened on the shoulder of the road and a person wearing a hat getting out of it.  As I drew nearer, I noticed that it was a police officer directing me to stop the car and park on the shoulder of the