Sunday Driver

When I turned 16, the age of my youngest child, my parents abandoned all attempts to teach me how to drive on the real streets of Long Island.

Once, my mom forced me to pull over, yelling, “Stop the car!” She jumped out, the second the wheels stopped. She didn’t even take over; We had only just turned the corner, but that was enough, she said. Mom insisted we walk home, leaving the car for my father to fetch later.