One of my best friends whose name is Chris turned seventeen around a month before I did. His parents gave him a really smashing looking car for his birthday - the lucky git I thought to myself.

I now had it in my head, that I also wanted a car for my birthday. I told my parents that I would love a car for my birthday and they replied with, I bet you would! My dad worked for an SEO company and my mother was a partner in a business cost cutting firm therefore they could afford it!

To my shock horror for my birthday I was bought, as my major present, a pair of sports trainers. I have to admit they were a quality pair of trainers, however I wondered where they had hidden the car. The car was not hidden, it had not been bought.

A year later my eighteenth birthday was now approaching. My father asked me if I had any idea of what I would like. For the second year in a row, I replied that I would love a car. Yet again he laughed and yet again my parents did not buy me a car.

I waited a couple of months and then tried the head on approach. I spoke to my parents and told them that I needed a car, they agreed. My dad stated that if I wanted a car, I should go and buy one. I replied that I had no money, and he stated that I should start to save up then. I worked as a self-employed person offering link building packages and was not really earning a great deal.

I started to save and had to sacrifice many things. Eventually I bought a car. It was not exactly sporty but it was my pride and joy. I washed the car every weekend and am sure that I loved it ten times more than Chris loved his car, because I had earned it.