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	<title>Comments on: Driving Miss Emily</title>
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	<description>Not that it's a competition</description>
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		<title>By: Kate</title>
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		<dc:creator>Kate</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 23 Dec 2007 16:59:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Boy, Jean, next year it will be time to teach Everett to drive. He turns 16 in November. Maybe, after reading about your experience, I will wait till the fields dry up in the spring so I can let him drive with nothing to hit for a half-mile in every direction. 

I remember how nervous I was, the first times I drove. Some people never get over that; my own mother believed it would always be like that, so she never pursued her licence. I told her the nervousness would disappear as her confidence increased, but it didn't matter what I said. She couldn't handle it.

I'm like you; couldn't wait to have a licence the minute I turned 16.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Boy, Jean, next year it will be time to teach Everett to drive. He turns 16 in November. Maybe, after reading about your experience, I will wait till the fields dry up in the spring so I can let him drive with nothing to hit for a half-mile in every direction. </p>
<p>I remember how nervous I was, the first times I drove. Some people never get over that; my own mother believed it would always be like that, so she never pursued her licence. I told her the nervousness would disappear as her confidence increased, but it didn&#8217;t matter what I said. She couldn&#8217;t handle it.</p>
<p>I&#8217;m like you; couldn&#8217;t wait to have a licence the minute I turned 16.</p>
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