ColumbiaMagazine.com
Printed from:

Welcome to Columbia Magazine  
 



































 
Reflections from my Past: My First Driving Experience

Just recently, his parents recovered a treasure from his childhood from an old dump on the homeplace. It was his Little Green Frog Car. That memento triggered memories of the day he first laid eyes on it at after his parents bought it for him at Jay's Discount in Burkesville; and of those life lessons learned driving it and the famly Plymouth Duster. And how he lived to tell of the experiences. (I think this may be the pilot of a another Adair County Tv series - this one a modern Andy Griffith - though those are actually timeless - EW
Click on headline for complete episode.

By Chris Murphy

Recently I was reflecting on a time way back when I was a very small child I wouldn't have even been four years old. My parents had a Plymouth Duster they drove. ( For those who don't know it is a car that Chrysler made back in the day. ) I had a little plastic car I pretended to drive. I called it my frog car because it was green and had eyes on it. It reminded me of a frog. I loved that car. I think my parents bought it for me at J's Discount in Burkesville, but you would have to ask them that. I remember this story in part because my family never let me forget it and partly because it was such a traumatic event in my early life.



Evidently we had been somewhere that I got to ride on dad's lap, because I don't know how I would have known to do this unless I had seen it done, but I got the bright Idea that I was going to drive my dad's car. (they didn't have a lot of good safety features in those days, like depressing the brake pedal and having to have the key on to take the car out of park).

Part of this is a little fuzzy in my mind, but I think one of my brothers and I were in the car talking and playing. I believe we were discussing driving. Then I decide to drive the car, which for me wasn't the best choice, because I had to stand up in the seat to see over the dash so needless to say I couldn't touch the brake pedal. When I pulled the car out of gear it rolled through a fence so I jammed it back up into park and the car came to a stop. (I don't remember if my brother exited the car at this point or if he had exited the car before I decided to drive it, but he he got out of the car).

At this point I was relieved that the car came to a stop, but I was afraid I would get into trouble for running the car through the fence, so I got the bright idea that I could back the car back up the hill and park it back in its original spot, so I pulled the car into reverse, and from that point, since I hadn't turned the ignition on and couldn't have given the car any gas to climb the hill if I had turned it on, the car rolled down a steep hill and crashed into some trees. Somewhere along the ride on my way to the bottom the car hit some pretty rough bumps and I fell into the driver's side floorboard, getting knocked and thrown around the whole way down the hill, scared out of my mind. The stop was abrupt too. Oh man, did that did that ride ever hurt!

When my parents came running up I was afraid I was going to die, only this time I was afraid I would die at their hand, because I just knew they were going to kill me for wrecking the car, but at the same time I was never so glad to see them as I was right then. The fear of them punishing me was far less than the comfort I needed after the ordeal I had just been through.

Later as I got older my mom told me the hill was even more steep beyond those trees almost to the point of being a bluff. She also told me that those trees that stopped the car were very young and not much more than saplings. She told me that it could have been really bad for me had the trees not stopped the car. My parents tell me that when they got to the car I was standing up in the seat holding onto the steering wheel as though I was still trying to drive. I remember it something like this, after the car stopped I was still trying to find reverse and back the car back to the top of the hill before they found out about what I had done.

That was my first car wreck but not the first car I totaled because I ran over my little green frog car in the process totaling it. The wheels and steering mechanism were tore off of it in the process of getting ran over. Years later my parents found that little car when they were walking across the back side of someone's farm. It was in a dump because back at that time many people used part of their land to dump trash they were walking by spotted it and brought it to me for a reminder. don't know what happened to it after that, but please if you see a little green frog car in a dump somewhere don't bring it to me it's totaled and I will never fix it up. LOL.

This is one of the first memories from my past I can remember.

When I first wrote this story my sister asked me if there was "a lesson to be learned from this story." I replied, "yes, if you are under five years old you probably don't have the skills to drive a car." - Chris Murphy


This story was posted on 2013-08-23 07:24:45
Printable: this page is now automatically formatted for printing.
Have comments or corrections for this story? Use our contact form and let us know.



 

































 
 
Quick Links to Popular Features


Looking for a story or picture?
Try our Photo Archive or our Stories Archive for all the information that's appeared on ColumbiaMagazine.com.

 

Contact us: Columbia Magazine and columbiamagazine.com are published by Linda Waggener and Pen Waggener, PO Box 906, Columbia, KY 42728.
Phone: 270.403.0017


Please use our contact page, or send questions about technical issues with this site to webmaster@columbiamagazine.com. All logos and trademarks used on this site are property of their respective owners. All comments remain the property and responsibility of their posters, all articles and photos remain the property of their creators, and all the rest is copyright 1995-Present by Columbia Magazine. Privacy policy: use of this site requires no sharing of information. Voluntarily shared information may be published and made available to the public on this site and/or stored electronically. Anonymous submissions will be subject to additional verification. Cookies are not required to use our site. However, if you have cookies enabled in your web browser, some of our advertisers may use cookies for interest-based advertising across multiple domains. For more information about third-party advertising, visit the NAI web privacy site.