It was the fall of 2010. We had been living in my dad's house for near about eight months when it happened. It was a Sunday. I remember because we had gone back to change out of our church clothes. My dad had been out of town, so I was driving his car. When as I was backing down the drive heading with my mom to run a few errands, she kept reminding me to go slow, but I ignored her. I had done it earlier that morning, I thought I could do it, but I should have listened. For if I had, I wouldn't have pulled the front bumper off my dad's car. I guess next time I'll remember to always listen to my mom while driving... or at least while backing down the drive.
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