first car i drove was mums cherry red D-reg Panda (1000CL - she had class)... on dad's lap, up and down our road, him holding tight onto my legs after I, naturally enough, decided that steering it wasnt enough and i would slip downwards to jam the throttle into the floorboards

They make a nice noise at full chat. Especially at about 8000rpm in neutral.
A couple years later he let me loose in his cavvy as well for a bit of early clutch/throttle and steering control tuition (at age 7) somewhere down a random truck layby in the lake district... visiting his parents, "quick" shopping trip on a stormy day, both bored out of our minds of course.
Learning car: Fiesta Zetec 1.25 (instructors).... Gutless! Truck outpaced it on a Pass Plus overtaking & motorway lesson - giving it death in 2nd/3rd, too! Steering had no feel (fly-by-wire airliner), naff gears, and horrid seats. Could stand a 1 hour lesson with some aches, but on a 2 hour extended one I thought I was going to get a DVT!
Somehow they're Britain's Most Popular Car. How???
First car given the license to bomb around in was mum's mk1 Punto. 75 SX, 5 door, deep ocean blue, lovely colour. Nice motor, but of course, Italian build quality. Things probably attributable to my stressing of it include a shagged clutch, a disintegrated gearbox a couple weeks later (clutch must have knackered it), and continual injector & ECU faults. Things DEFINATELY caused by me include three or four tyres (thing was a kerb-magnet, especially in the wet at roundabouts and traffic lights) and a tree branch through the passenger door. Whilst parking. Very slowly. Oops. Never hit any other vehicle though or had a "proper" accident. Fairly proud of that.
First trip was to pick up my brother from his mates. Don't think he appreciated it.
First "OHHHHH SH******T" moment was in it - smoking all four tyres hard on the brakes, up a motorway sliproad proving half the length it looked. Slid nicely onto the island, between the front of one and rear of another truck, not quite kissing the armco on the INSIDE edge. Luckily for all five in the car

traffic was barely moving and we had no-one in front.
First traffic stop and breathalysation in it - for having fog lights on... AFTER IT HAD BEEN FOGGY EARLIER THAT EVENING. Am I the only bugger in the entire country who's been stopped for that or what??
First family holiday too. Mum backseat driving in her own car, pulling you up for such stuff as "doing more than 69mph on the M6" (75!) and "checking mirror & doing over-the-shoulder glance before pulling out" (WTF? should i maneuver blindly?) is not reccomended. Or having the other occupants being shirty at you for doing only 15mph down a country lane... that's barely wider than the car, has 8ft hedges, very few passing places, and 90 degree corners every 100 yards... covered in skidmarks and shattered safety glass...
Got 115 out of the bugger once, downhill... it wasn't geared very well, considering its heritage!
Good times...
Got lend of a mk1 Clio too (similar spec to punto but in cafe-tiles white ie lots of ground in dirt!) with a snatchy, binding brake disc (fun!) and a go in a red, souped up mini (awesome fun!) once. Dads partner being responsible for both treats. Hmmm funny that!
Then I took a fateful train trip, resolved never to trust public transport for any distance over 15 miles again, saved as if my life depended on it, pored over a load of mags, and bought the Polo.
1.0 CL, 4 speed, hatchy, nice navy blue colour (all I saw was "1 litre" "VW" "blue" - wanted something cheap to insure but not made of straw or painted vomit beige... those were the only criteria! i almost had a pug 305, and a skoda favorit estate.. the OLD type!).
£650. Bargain.
Then £250 to fix the brakes two days later

..and the rest is history.
It felt so quick when I was driving it home

but then I had been riding bikes, trains, buses, and other people's passenger seats for more than two straight years. And the brakes were shagged.