Welcome to the first Flashback Friday! I'm posting a little early so I can be sure Mr. Linky is set up correctly. I'm excited about reading your memories. Be sure to spread the word so others can join us!
This week's flashback revolves around our early driving experiences:
How and when did you learn to drive? Do you have any particular memories associated with getting your driver license? How old were you when you got your first car and what was it? Who paid for it?
I was a shade older than most when I got my license. We moved right before my junior year in high school (just from one side of Houston to another). The only Driver Education available before we moved was more expensive than my always-frugal dad was willing to pay. But when we moved, Driver's Ed was offered as a class during the school day at no charge, so that's where I learned. However, I couldn't fit it into my schedule until the first semester of my senior year.
For the classroom portion, we had the old simulators that looked like an old video game. It was cool getting to leave school in the middle of the school day for the behind-the-wheel portion!
I will never forget the day I took the driving test to get my license. A couple of friends had teased me mercilessly about being so slow to get my license at age 17. The DPS officer directed me as I drove through the neighborhood, and to my chagrin, we drove right in front of the house of one friend. And the last part of the block, the friend was right behind me in his car! I was already nervous, and that just shot my anxiety through the roof. Fortunately, I passed, because my friend later told me he rushed in his house and announced "Hurry outside; Linda's taking her driving test!" What a relief that we were on another street by the time they came out!
The other thing I remember about the event of getting my license involved my sister's car. She had moved to Guatemala for a 2-year missions term (Journeyman, for any of you Southern Baptists), and had left her car, a Malibu, for my dad to sell for her. I LOVED that car. I wanted it to be mine. At minimum, I wanted to have the joy of driving it by myself after I got my license. Alas, my dad sold it the very weekend I got my license and I never got to drive it solo.
I got my first car my junior year in college when I had to have transportation to the hospital during nursing school. My dad found and bought a used car, and then I paid him back after I graduated and had a job. I wasn't overly thrilled with how it looked (mainly because I was hoping for another particular car), but I was glad to have something to drive. My Nova lasted for years, in spite of the fact that I once went 18 months without an oil change. (In my defense, my dad never taught me about car maintenance!) It looked exactly like this one except it was a 4-door. That's even the same shade of blue it was.
Now it's your turn! Link up and share your story!
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