I remember the day I got my driver’s license. The first time I took the driving test, I failed. I think I had a really picky instructor who was having a bad day and she just wanted to fail me. Maybe she was “totes jelly” of my awesome sports car … I dunno. Anyway, I went back a few weeks later to re-take the test, and even though I made a mistake, the instructor was way nicer and she let me pass.

I was so excited. It seemed like all the cool kids at my school were driving, and I was so sick of riding the bus to and from school. I seriously couldn’t wait to get behind the wheel and experience that rush you get when you have your first set of keys in hand.

Kids aren’t like that these days. My niece doesn’t even want to get her license. She has anxiety about driving a car, but it’s not just her. A lot of teens just aren’t interested in driving. I think it’s because technology has changed so much and become so much more interesting since I was in school. There’s no reason for them to get behind the wheel and escape their house to go to a party. They’ve got the party in the palm of their hand. All they have to do is go on Facebook, send a tweet, scroll through Instagram, and they’re satisfied. They’ve seen it all. Why go out and get drunk when you can numb your vulnerability with social media? The consequences are way less severe that way, right?

But I digress… this is supposed to be about how I totaled my first car. Back to the story…

I was dating a soccer player, and he needed me to drive him to soccer practice a few hours after school had ended one day. Of course I said “yes.” It was one more chance to ride up into the parking lot in my sparkling clean, Nissan 240 SX, lookin’ all fly ‘n’ stuff…

I dropped her off at soccer practice and pulled out of the parking lot. It was two weeks after the day I passed my driver’s test and got my license. My mom had bought the car from my sister and surprised me with it. It was 10 years old but still in great condition. I felt like one of the popular kids every time I drove it. But the best part was really that I just didn’t have to ride that stupid orange school bus anymore. That really sucked.

Not even a block away from my school, I had my windows down and the music blaring. I was jammin’. Then, it happened…

I Want It That Way” by the Backstreet Boys came on the radio. I looked down for a split second to change the radio station so I wouldn’t have to listen to that horrific song. When I looked up again, a car was stopped less than 10 feet away. I slammed on the breaks, but it was too late. A loud screech became a loud crash, my hood buckled, and my head and shoulders lunged forward. The passenger air bag deployed, but my air bag stayed put. (Go figure…) I was okay though.

Admit it. You would have done the same thing in my situation, right? I was totally justified. Who wants to listen to the Backstreet Boys after all?

I called my mom. She was glad I was alive and not injured, but one of the first things to come out of her mouth was, “there goes my $4000.” Way to make a person feel like complete crap, mama…

After that, I got a white Honda Civic. Drove it for a couple years before buying another sports car, a 1998 Limited Edition, hunter green Toyota Celica. Guess what? I totaled that one too, in another accident that was totally my fault. Since then, I’ve vowed to never own a sports car again. To this day, I drive like an 86-year-old woman named Daisy. But it’s cool. Better safe than sorry, right?

Have you ever totaled a car? We’d love to hear your story. Feel free to comment below and tell us all about it.