I never had a car in high school, and I never had a car in college. I wasn't much of a run-around.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I grew up on the back of a motorcycle - my dad didn't have a car until I was a teenager.
I didn't grow up with a lot of money, so my mom didn't have random money to buy me a car, and I didn't have money to have a car unless I worked, so I didn't get a car until I got my first job at 18.
In college, my big money memory was saving up to buy a car with my boyfriend, whom I lived with.
In high school, all my friends' older brothers had these cars. I had a number of friends whose brothers collected Dodges and Plymouths and some of the coolest cars I've ever seen when I was a kid. I was just flabbergasted.
I was very driven in high school. I worked a bunch of odd jobs. I never partied. I never drank. I was just a theater geek who was obsessed with movies.
When I came out of high school, my objective in life was to get a job selling used cars, but after trying for two weeks, nobody would hire me.
I moved to Cardiff when I was 17 and never needed a car. When I came to L.A. for my first job there, I needed a car, so I had to pass my driving test.
I got a car when I was 16. I didn't even have a driver's license.
I didn't have my first car until after the end of my senior year. I got a Yukon Sport.
I never went to college - I barely got out of high school.