Flashback Friday

Welcome to the debut week of Flashback Friday! This new meme's purpose is to have us take a look back and share about a specific time or event in our lives. It will be fun to see how similar - or different - our experiences have been!




Here's how it will work: Each Thursday Linda  will post a prompt which will give you the subject for that week's flashback. Post your flashback on Friday, and come back here to link up!  Linda will post her own flashback on Fridays as well.



There will be generic situations and experiences common to most people. Hopefully they will resonate with you. Even if it's not a particularly fond memory, I hope you will still participate. You can post about your memory however it suits you - using just words, adding pictures, posting a movie or song clip, etc. The only two requirements are (1) it must be relevant to that week's theme, and (2) it must be family-friendly.



So here we go for this week:



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?

Unfortunately I don't have pictures of my first car.  But my Dad taught me how to drive when I was fifteen.  I remember when going for my drivers license I couldn't ever get the parallel parking down enough to pass.  After the third try my Dad took me to the next county where all I had to do is drive around  the block.  Because seriously how often does a person have to parallel park.  Yes, downtown Savannah the area that I lived until two years ago still has it but I very rarely went down there.  Now that we live in the country I don't think there is anywhere that still has parallel parking.
I was 18 when I bought my first car.  I graduated from high school and went to work saving my money for a car.  I saved up enough for a down payment and my Dad took me to look for a car.  I wanted a Mustang so badly, but my Dad was a Chevy person. He said we weren't buying a Ford.  LOL  And we didn't.  We went to the Chevrolet dealership and bought a 1980 Chevrolet Monza.  I don't think they even make them anymore.  But it looked the closest I could find to a Mustang.   My Dad had it financed through the credit union where he worked and I paid him every week.
I can also remember a rebellious stage that I went through and I didn't have a job.  He took my keys from me except for during the day so I could find another job.  He told me he would keep the keys until I could continue making my payments every week as we had agreed.  Most kids now has a car given to them and most don't appreciate them.  But I worked for mine and I took care of it.  I knew what it was to have to work to have it.