One of my best friends whose name is Chris turned seventeen around a month before I did. His parents gave him a really smashing looking car for his birthday – the lucky git I thought to myself.
I now had it in my head, that I also wanted a car for my birthday.I stated that I would be very happy to receive a car – this they thought was very amusing and they joked that they would love a car for their birthday as well! My dad worked for an accountants in Birmingham and my mother was a partner in a homecare firm therefore they could afford it!
My birthday arrived and the main present they had bought me was a pair of trainers. I have to admit they were a quality pair of trainers, however I wondered where they had hidden the car. Unfortunately; or at least I believed it was unfortunate; there was no car.
A year later my eighteenth birthday was now approaching. I was asked by both my mother and father if I knew what I wanted. For the second year in a row, I replied that I would love a car. To my annoyance he seemingly laughed in my face and seemed to have absolutely no desire to ever by the car. The birthday arrived and as feared there was no car.
I waited a couple of months and then tried the head on approach. I spoke to my parents and told them that I needed a car, they agreed. My dad stated that if I wanted a car, I should go and buy one. I replied that I had no money, and he stated that I should start to save up then. I worked as a self-employed person offering specialist debt management advice on a part-time basis and was not really earning a great deal.
I started to save and had to sacrifice many things. Eventually I bought a car. It was not exactly sporty but it was my pride and joy. This car was my pride and joy; I loved every single part of it; it was mine and I had earned it.
