On my way...

As mentioned before, I don't drive. I was talking with my mom the other day about why I don't drive, and we (I) came to the conclusion that the reason I don't drive is not strictly my fault... but hers. Yup, Moms fault. You see, when I was younger and all of my siblings were learning to drive we lived on a dirt road that they had to drive on before they could drive on the streets. I did not get to drive on that road. Mom says that it is because when I was turning the age to drive we did not have a reliable car, so driving was not much of an option. When I was 16 we moved to the city, meaning that Mom did not want for me to drive on the busy streets.
I feel like there is need for a story to express what made me stop driving once I did convince my mom to let me learn.
One day we were driving along, it was July 4th when I was 20 and we were getting ready to take me to work. My mom did not want for me to drive into my work parking lot because it was not a very nice parking lot. We were driving around and Mom stopped paying attention to my driving and started giving directions. As she did she was saying to pull over onto another street and stop. I soon realized that we were in a cul-de-sac so I pulled around. Mom was still giving me some direction and started telling me to break. She continued break, break, break, that's.... not.... the.... break! As I pressed on the gas. We jumped a curb and landed on a boulder in someones front yard. Not only did we land on the boulder, but the force of the car moved it at least a foot. I was stressed really badly. I was in tears and worrying about how I was going to pay for the car and to fix these peoples front yard, etc. Four young men (according to Mom they were really cute but I did not notice) came over to see if they could see what happened to the car. The owner of the house came out and was really cool about the whole thing. Much more cool than I would have been. The wife then came home laughing. To me it was not that funny. I knew that I was going to be last for work, and so I called and explained that I had been in an accident but that I would be there as soon as I could since I knew that it was the 4th and one of the busiest days of the year. Gratefully they were really understanding and asked if I was ok. I said that physically I was ok, but emotionally I was not sure. The wife was great. She took me to work and they let my mom go inside the house while they waited for the tow-truck. It took the tow-truck driver four hours to move the car. I was really stressed about how I was going to pay for the car and everything. I was freaking out. Gratefully, the owners were gracious enough to not charge me for the front yard. Ironically, they were wanting to move the boulder anyway. I bent the front axle and we had to total out the car. I am so glad that we had AAA, and so I did not have to pay for the towing. It was 104 degrees outside, the poor guy. When I got into work one of the girls asked me if I was the one driving. How did they know? All I said that was I got in an accident. A few weeks later someone came in and asked for me. She gave me some pictures of the accident. I had to laugh that they took the pictures. It made me smile.
About a year later when I was serving a mission for my church I met the man that I would be working under and he really wanted for me to learn to drive. About a month later I was sent home to have surgery and he and his wife really wanted for me to learn, but I really wanted to get back out and work. I never did learn.
When I completed my time there my uncle, who is a really good driver took me out driving and I was doing well, but I was white knuckling the steering wheel. As mentioned, I know that driving is something that I need to do. I figure that the events from six years ago help to explain why I do not drive.