I was only 18, and I was very tired after being away with friends for a few days.
Those are my excuses, and I'm sticking by them!
Those are the real reasons that when I backed out of the shopping centre parking space, I accidentally side-swiped a concrete pole and knocked the front headlight and bumper bar completely off the old car that Mum and Dad had found for me to drive during the first year of having my license.
I cried all the way home that night -with my headlight held on the front of my car with duct tape (don't ask), and the bumper bar sitting there in the back seat of the car. Seriously, I cried all the way home.
I remember parking in the driveway and going inside to where Mum and Dad were sitting in the living room watching a movie and waiting for me to get home. In a very wobbly voice I asked Dad to please come outside for a minute. He did, and he then stood next to the car while I sobbed out a loooonnnngggg string of completely incomprehensible words describing what had happened. I gestured, I wailed, I sobbed, I felt soooo incredibly bad about the whole thing and it evidently showed.
It was about that point that my Dad started laughing, and laughing hard. He pulled me in for a huge hug, he told me it was 'okay', and then he walked me back inside. He could see how sorry I was and it was an old car. I don't remember him ever mentioning it again.
That's the kind of wonderful Father I have. Loving, wise, funny, selfless, smart, kind.... completely awesome in every way really.
Happy Birthday Dad!!!