Read & Spell 26-50

     I’ll never forget the day I applied for my first driver’s license. “Hand me your I.D.,” the lady at the license bureau demanded matter-of-factly.

     “Good grief!”  I thought.  “How am I going to prove who I am?  My birth certificate is in my mother’s house—1600 miles away!”

     “Go to the court house,” my father suggested, “and get a copy of your voter registration.  It will prove you are 21, and that you are a citizen of the United States.”

It worked.

          applied                                      driver’s license

          license bureau                           prove

          birth certificate                           I.D.

          courthouse                                voter registration

          citizen                                       United States