Welcome to Phase one of the January Subject Swap. I am writing this on less than my usual amount of sleep and with no coffee. I am trying to live more on the edge. I’m a mom, this is as cool as it gets.
This week 16 brave bloggers picked a secret subject for someone else and were assigned a secret subject to interpret in their own style. Today we are simultaneously divulging our topics and submitting our posts. My subject was submitted by http://followmehome.
Let me tell you a little story about my very first car…
My first car was a gift from my Grandpa. It was his old car (which wasn’t really old at all since I tend to keep my cars until they stop moving) and he and my Grandma drove it from Virginia to Connecticut to give it to me, just in time for my High School graduation. This was actually kind of funny considering I did not even have my license yet. I took drivers education kind of late and then I did not pass my drivers test on the first try. I could drive, but I also had a tiny problem with speed control. I failed my test for going 20 miles per hour in a 15 mile per hour residential zone. Yep. Failed.
This story makes my husband laugh and laugh and laugh because I am the slowest driver he has ever met. The fact that I was penalized for speeding just about does him in every time he hears about it. Back in those days, it could take three to six months to get another driving test scheduled with the motor vehicle department. This was a horror for me, not because I was at the advanced age of 18 and still did not have my driver’s license, but because I was supposed to start college in three months. I was commuting to college. Without a license I wouldn’t be able to get there. If I didn’t go to college, I wouldn’t get a job. If I didn’t get a job I would have to live with my parents until I died. For a teenager, this is the scariest conclusion you can fathom. I was scared. I was horrified. I was desperate.
Anyway, as luck would have it, I got my driver’s license right before my college classes began. I mean like two days before they began. So, I went to college. I got a job. I moved out of my parents house. I became not so rich and famous. Got married. Had a kid. Got some chickens….
There is more to that story and it wasn’t so neat and straight forward, but that is for another time and place because this is a story about my first car. I just wanted to get that out-of-the-way. I don’t want you to be distracted by the possibility that I am living in my mom’s basement right now, eating her food and running up her phone bill. I am so lucky I avoided that catastrophe and actually, so is my mom.
My first car was white. It was an automatic. It was a car your Grandpa would buy. I cannot remember the make and model, mostly because cars have always been about transportation for me. I’ve never had a love affair with any car I have ever owned, but to be fair, I have only owned three cars in my entire life. Three. That’s it.
That first one was a real mess after a while. Things started going wrong. My dad went and looked the make and model up in Consumer Reports Magazine and we discovered that my car was rated worst in everything. It really was. It was just a sea of solid, black dots. The solid black dot was the worst dot a car could get and my car had them on every single line. It was not a well made car. It broke down often. The radio over heated. I can’t even make this stuff up!
I still loved it. I loved it because my Grandpa gave it to me. I loved him because he wanted me to go to college and this car was proof that he thought I could do it. It gave me freedom. It gave me space. It gave me a way to realistically move out of my parents house. Which I totally did do. I do not live in my mother’s basement. I swear!
And that is the story of my very first car.
Go read the other swap participants by visiting Karen over at Baking in a Tornado.