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  • My 16th birthday was a very special one--on that July 7th I received my very first drivers license. The shiny card was placed in a prominent place in my wallet. And along with the license I had also acquired permission to use my mother's car that night. I picked up a friend of mine and our dates and we were on way down the main street in my town. It was about 8:45 PM and we were passing in front of a large church when I heard the siren and saw the flashing lights in my rear view mirror. I quickly pulled over and jumped out of the car to speak with the policeman. "Hello, officer," I began as I walked up to his car. "May I see your license please," was his only response. I handed him my most prized possession. He looked at it and asked, "A new driver? Did they teach you at driver's Ed to turn on your headlights when it gets dark?" He handed me the license and I thanked him. I walked back to my car, got in, and was asked what had happened with the police. "Speeding," I replied with a smile, "Just speeding."
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