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1과 A Long Walk Home

I grew up in the south of spain in a little community called Estepona. I was 16 when one morning, my father told me I could drive him into a remote village called Mijas, about 18 miles away, on the condition that I take the car in to be serviced at a nearby garage. Having just learned to drive and hardly ever having the opportunity to use the car, I readily accepted. I drove Dad into Mijas and promised to pick him up at 4 p.m. , then drove to a nearby garage and dropped off the car. Because I had a few hours to spare, I decided to catch a couple of movies at a theater near the garage. however, I became so immersed in the films that I completely lost track of time. When the last movie had finished, I looked down at my watch. It was six o`clock. I was two hours late!
I knew Dad would be angry if he found out I`d been watching movies. He`d never let me drive again. I decided to tell him that the car needed some repairs and that they had taken longer than had been expected. I drove up to the place where we had planned to meet and saw Dad Waiting patiently on the corner. I apologized for being late and told him that I`d come as quickly as I could, but the car had needed some major repairs. I`ll never forget the look he gave me.