I am attending a driving school now. In the second class, the teacher asks that in which mode should you start a car? I give out the answer in my mind quickly; it's parking mode, if not, I might not even be sitting here. The question reminds me of a summer 9 years ago when I was still in China. I was 10 years old, the age for boys to be naughty. It was a sunny Saturday afternoon, we were about to leave our apartment for my grandparents' place. In five minutes, I finished changing my clothes waiting them at the door, but they were really slow. My parents never left the house faster than I do, they always checked if all the lights were turned off and if they had their wallets and cell phones with them. Sometimes, my mom also fixed her hair before leaving. As a child, I never understood why they repeated the same routine every time when we went somewhere. They knew that I am impatient with them checking around, so my father gave me his car key as always and said to me, " ChengCheng(my family calls me this way) take the key and wait for us in the car and don't forget to turn on the air conditioner, it's such a hot day". He knew I prefer to sit in the car alone, rather than waiting for them at the door. Gladly I took the key, an idea coming out of nowhere after I got the key, why don't I try to drive the car out of the parking lot and wait for them at the road side. I always wanted to try to drive. I admited I play car-racing games a lot during that period of time and I felt absolutely confident about my driving skills. So I asked, " Dad, I wanna drive your car." It was not exactly asking a permission, I simply told him what I wanted and waited for objections. By the time I asked, he was already in the living room, I am not sure if he noticed what I said, because I just heard the TV was turned off, one thing for sure though was that I heard no objections. I then left the floor for the parking lot. I look around, many cars left and th