Last week as part of the Organised & Inspired class we were given a few sheets of questions. I finally picked up the sheets and set about answering some of the questions.
"How much did you pay for your first car" prompted a conversation with my husband, remembering our first cars & driving tests.
I was 19 when I finally passed my driving test - 3rd time lucky right? Each time I took the test I went to a different testing centre. Southgate, Winchmore Hill and finally, Chingford.
I purchased my first car a few days later. A 1977 Ford Escort Popular, in a colour that has since been nicknamed (by my nearest & dearest) as hearing aid beige. I paid roughly 400 Pounds (GB).
I nervously drove that car home. After all this was my first time driving unaccompanied. I learnt to drive in that car. It got scratches and dings. I drove all over in that little car. I moved house in that little car. I had a couple of years of very happy driving in that car.
The end of the Escort came one evening while driving home. An oncoming vehicle turning right (we're in the UK remember) hit me. Another driver stopped, and gave me his details as a witness straight away. For many reasons (which could be a story for another day) I never pursued the claim. Instead I upped the bank loan and bought the Volvo.
However, I never forgot the driver who stopped to help and offered support.
Now how about this.
Just this morning after dropping my two at school I witnessed a vehicle collision. One driver had failed to observe the yield sign and collided with the another vehicle who had right of way.
I stopped. I made sure the appropriate driver had my details. He was only a young guy on his way to school and was very obviously shaken by the incident.
Luckily neither driver was hurt.
There was a lot more damage to both vehicles than there ever was to my first car.
I now feel like the good deed that was given to me all those years ago has been returned.
But how weird is that? I better be careful what memories I recall tonight.
Here's the layout that I was inspired to make.
(Looking at it now the text looks a bit wonky. Maybe it's the angle I took the photo at trying to avoid the harsh mid afternoon sunlight!)
I love how simple this page is, it's not loaded down with product - but it's still me.