Unlike Martin Luther King’s, my dreams are fair and plain, and there are many of them. I have a dream from the first time I sit in a car—I want to drive.
Driving is like running without foot, racing without strength. It’s the most meaningful way to meet human being’s desire of “faster”. When driving, I have to put all my spirit to. Operating a car at ease will cost years of experience.
Driving will take me to my wanting destination, no matter it rains or snows or winds. I never am afraid of shoes wet, umbrella broken or ears frozen. A car is rather like a moving house, which protects me completely and helps me rush directly to the aim hanging ahead. That suits my nature perfectly: love to take risks conservatively. A smooth ride in a good car is an enjoyable satisfaction. Seeing rows of trees moving backward rapidly, a feeling of stepping forward will fill fully in my mind. With music hovering, breeze blowing, my soul flies in the air.
I was always sick when took a ride of a car, especially when I was young. Father told me that a driver would never have carsick. That may be one of the important reasons for me to desire driving.
This summer I am going to learn driving and get my car license. The dream with all my heart will follow the promise it had made.
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