I remember one morning, one very pleasant morning. The sun was already out, high and bright, but not the least invasive, as its warm yellow beams gently showered down on my innocent body and soul. I parted with my parents in the front of my old elementary school and entered the classroom, ready for the art class that I so jubilantly enrolled in. As the instructions to practice drawing were announced, I immediately submerged myself in my own creation. I drew flowers. Clouds. Playgrounds. But they all disappeared as a bottle of black ink was spilled all over my drawing. I immediately began crying, but my teacher came over and hugged me. “It’s okay. You can restart,” she said. I started playing music. I digged up the old electronic keyboard that my father left in the garage and very soon learned how to play pieces of songs. I then auditioned for my school’s talent show. When it was my turn to perform, I proudly stepped on the stage, plugged in my keyboard, and began playing. But. Poof! The electricity was out. My keyboard shut down. The room was dark. I panicked. I cried. But my friends were cheering me on. “Don’t worry! After the power comes back on, you can restart,” they said. I grew up. And I started high school. Homework began to occupy most of my time. There was even once when I did ten page of notes on the wrong section of AP European History at 3 A.M. in the morning. I looked outside of my window, but I only see darkness. I sighed. “I’ll just restart,” I said. As college comes in three years, my mother wants me to learn how to cook. But I have absolutely no talent in culinary arts. The first time I tried making soup, I left it to boil for too long. When I removed the lid, all I could see was the dark bottom of the pot. “It’s okay. It’s your first time. Here. You can restart,” My mom said. I finally got my license at 16. I love driving, as driving at a high speed makes me excited. My affinity for speed was more intense than ever when I first raced my friend at midnight. 120… 130… 140… My car just kept going faster and faster! This prompted me to race my friend again. We are doing it tonight. I got in my car, and I’m already speeding to where we are supposed to meet. Ding! My friend texts me to see where I am. I pick up the phone and replied. But I don’t see that the lights are red, and my car cut straight through another one. My head hit the steering wheel. I hear tires screeching. People Screaming. Ambulance Coming. This doesn’t feel real. Am I dreaming? I need to wake up… But it doesn’t matter how hard I try, all I can see is total darkness in front of my eyes. I remember the darkness of the black ink on my drawing, the darkness of the room during talent show, the darkness of the surrounding the morning that I procrastinated on homework, the darkness of the pot, and… Can I restart this time too? No. Throughout life, we are used to making mistakes and making up for them, often by restarting, but this does not apply to driving. One mistake can destroy the lives of many people, including yourself. Take driving seriously at all times. Put away any distractions; follow the traffic rules; and be a responsible driver for the betterment of the community.