Congrats, Zack!
My first time was terrifying. I drove with my dad in a Toyota pickup truck around a back road near my uncle's house. For a while it wasn't too bad. I weaved in and out of streets that were pretty dormant. My main problem was handling turns; I'd always turn into the left hand lane instead of the right. I started getting tense when a cop came up behind me, mainly because I didn't even have a permit, yet, at this point. Eventually the two of us went in separate directions, and I kept driving...only to end up with two massive semi-trucks coming behind me. On top of that, an equally large one was coming towards me on his lane. Needless to say, I freaked. The experience turned me off of driving, and I didn't do it again for nearly two years. I swore to myself I'd never ever like driving and would only learn to do it as a necessitiy since you need a car to go anywhere in South Florida.
Now that I have a license and a car, I love to drive. I no longer have to depend on rides from people, I can go wherever I want at whim, and I'm overall just more comfortable behind the wheel. I'd have to be, anyway: I work at a driver's license office, and part of my job requires me to take people on road tests. The funny thing about that is the guy who gave me my actual driver's license ended up retiring, and his vacancy was what allowed me to apply at the office. So the guy not only gave me my license, but his job, too.  
