For another thing, I didn't get my license right away. Oh, my driving test went well. I worked all the gears, did my reverse park, and was going along swimmingly. Sadly, however, right at the end, as we were heading back to the depot, I missed a red light and went sailing through an intersection, forcing the quick witted instructor to employ the emergency brakes.
Apparently nearly causing a fatality means NO LICENSE FOR YOU. It was bitterly disappointing.
Still, I took the test a month later and passed with flying colours. Apparently not risking lives almost guarantees success. Who knew it was so easy? I was thrilled.
Two days later, my then-boyfriend visited my house with his best friend Andy, whom I'd never met before. Andy was super-cute - much cuter than my boyfriend - and I was very much wanted to impress him.
Oh. My. God. My dad was right.
"I'm sorry Andy!" I cried, as I ran into the house. "I smashed your car!"
My father came running out of his study in horror. "No!" he yelled. "Never admit liability!" (My dad, it may be gleaned, was a lawyer. Sadly, he was also a couple of seconds too late.)
Poor A looked a bit stunned as he regarded the wreckage of his fine automobile (which was probably just a Nissan or something, but still, he was 18 years old).
I don't remember what happened next. No doubt details were exchanged and arrangements made. I do remember that I never saw A again, and that my boyfriend and I only lasted another week.
But since then I've always been super careful backing out of driveways. Still knocked a couple more cars, though. Blame it on the gears.
Next week's topic: #MyFirst... Revelation (suggestions for #MyFirst topics welcome!)