I like it when Riley pretends to drive. Either in her toy car, or in our actual car. Probably because driving eluded me for so many years due to lack of interest, the ease of public transport in Sydney and just plain fear mixed in with a bit of laziness.
There were times when I never thought I would be comfortable behind the wheel. When I started, I couldn’t imagine not being petrified travelling along at 40km/h. But in the end all it took was time. Admittedly, a lot more time than it takes most. It took me 2 years and all 120 log book hours to be able to drive. And it’s still one of my proudest achievements.