You Never Forget Your First...

[dataDave]

Mine was a highly modified VW bug hot rod with lowered suspension and cropped roof. Solenoid doors too, so it had no door handles which was pretty cool. Although the insurance came in at £5,500 a year, so I never legally drove it. I did sell it for a £2,000 profit, though.

[Neon Ignition]

First car I owned myself was a Peugot 306
It was alright for the most part, about 5 years old when I bought it and I had a couple of issues with its electrics but as I didn't do much mileage at the time it did alright. I owned it for around two years until one night I was driving back from the cinema via the motorway and a woman two cars ahead slammed her brakes on because she was too busy eating a sandwich to pay attention. The car behind her slammed on, stopping in time and I managed to stop literally about an inch from collision. The 4x4 behind me though went into the rear end of my car and shunted me into the one in front. The car in front had some minor number denting, the 4x4 had minor scrapes but the impact between to cars shattered the frame on mine and it was a write off.

[Atticus]

First car I bought was a mk1 CRX. Kicked off a long and enjoyable love affair with Honda.

[Neon Ignition]

You Never Forget Your First...

Pet

[Golgo]

A whippet called Jet.

[charlesr]

First cinema: My mum took me to see Tarka the Otter when I was 4. So traumatised, I actually remember crying.

[charlesr]

First pet: A goldfish. It was rubbish.

[Neon Ignition]

We had severla goldfish first and those bulbous eyed black fish as well but my parents quickly gre tired of how often they'd eat each other and the upkeep for something so passive.

[charlesr]

Your parents ate each other?!

[Brad]

An African Grey parrot called Fred. He was great. My dad taught him to swear.

[Neon Ignition]

Your parents ate each other?!

I... don't want to expand on that image



Eventually, after burning through so many fish we ended up with Rabbit called Buttercup. She was massively timid, too easily panicked so ended up spending pretty much her whole life in her hutch which led to my parents committing to no more pets.

I always said we should have just gone for a dog from the outset

[charlesr]

Dogs are a pain in the arse too though. Like a baby that never grows up.

[Neon Ignition]

Like a baby that never grows up.

Don't tell my missus that, I'll come home to find the house has turned into Battersea Dogs Home

[Asura]

You Never Forget Your First...

Holiday Abroad

Like many, mine was when I was too young to remember, probably at some resort in Spain.

However, my first as an "adult" - kinda - that's actually related to the story - was in Benidorm in the late 90s.

My parents had gotten a cheap deal to a resort near the beach there, towards the end of the season, and asked if I wanted to go (I wasn't 18 yet, but old enough to stay home alone for a week). I said yes, as it wasn't like I had anything else on, and we went.

For reference, this was the height of that era of the Spanish holiday club scene, when everyone wanted to go to Ibiza, when Kev & Perry went large, all that. I hadn't been on many nights out, as I'd get refused at any pub in my home town (it was a small place) and I was still technically underage.

But when we got to this hotel, on the 2nd day, by the pool, I ran into these four girls, with whom I ended up playing volleyball. It turned out they were all aged 19-21, and they were on a work holiday; all four of them worked for a super-club in Sheffield (in my memory it was Gatecrasher, but looking it up, I don't think the dates line up and that might just be fallibility of my memory), with two of them being barmaids and two of them being bouncers. Anyway, at the end of that day they asked me if I wanted to go out, mistakenly believing I was 19. Obviously I did, so I put on a shirt and came down to see them at ~7pm, and we went out.

It was one of the best club nights I'd ever have, even considering the many years since that I did similar things.

At one point we were on the beach, dancing to someone's ghetto-blaster while a bunch of guys did Capoeira in the very last rays of the sun. At another point we were getting drunk in a bar where the entire floor seemed to revolve around a punching strength machine. We passed through an outdoor bar where there was a strip show on. We all got completely trashed. Multiple times some of the girls I was with got topless, once on my shoulders (she was pretty petite - one of the barmaids!). We ended up at a large club, which I think was called Joker, or King's... It had a playing card as the logo, and I remember it was starting to get light by the time we made our way back. Honestly, it was a time.

But if it sounds cool, it almost certainly wasn't. As I was sort-of on adrenaline for the whole thing, worried I'd "get caught" somehow, I must've been really awkward the entire time. I'm sure the girls figured out that I wasn't actually old enough to be doing this at some point in the evening, even if they didn't discuss it.

The four girls went home the next day, while I got absolutely bollocked by my parents who'd been given no idea where I was but to say it was worth it was an understatement. But I went for a drink with my dad the following night, who asked for a bit more info, and when I broke it down for him, he just told me that he didn't blame me at all for taking the opportunity when it arose.

[Lebowski]

Time for our next memory share



You Never Forget Your First...

Holiday Abroad

France awkward teen phase, must of been just 13, we always used to holiday in the UK sea side sort of stuff, but as we where getting older parents decided we had most likely outgrown beach and seaside hols so off to France we went caravan in toe, i don't remember much about it bar a few incident

The first was flattening my dads car battery listening to guns and roses on the car tape player, some friendly campers gave us a jump start and we where banned from using the tape player when the car wasnt running.

The second was a massive summer thunder storm and seeing lightning striking the ground right in front of the caravan!!! sat in a big metal box with fork lighting scorching the ground in front of you is pretty bloody scary you could smell the static electricity and burnt grass it was crazy.

The third involved some cyclist and a t-shirt, before the holidays id pestered my mum to ordered some Rock t-shirts from a mail order company clothing company id found in Kerrang. The Catalogue only showed the front print and one of the shirts i ordered had swear words on the back of it. I'd mostly got away with it by wearing a grungy shirt to hide the offensive back print. It was warm i took off the shirt and some cyclist rode past shouting "YEAH MAN EAT **** KILL" my mother was confused but my brother grassed on me about the swear words on my t-shirt, the game was up, i was dragged into a clothing shop and made to swap t-shirts and given a right bollocking

I didn't learn my lesson about offensive tshirts at age 14 i went to Reading festival with my older brother who was 16, and bought a Reading festival t-shirt that said **** you and **** your tent on the back, wearing that to meet a girlfriends dad for the first time didnt go down well and i was sent home to go change