There are several different kinds of “moments” in one’s life. From being born, to growing up into adult life, and everything in between.

We all have our own car enthusiast origin story, and here are some of yours.

I hope you enjoy them!

There are a ton of very small, seemingly unimportant situations in daily life.

I want you to focus on moments that are recorded in your memory. Those you can remember more or less vividly. The ones that if missing, you would be a different person today.

These were among my first thoughts this year.

When narrowed down to cars, I can imagine most of us have "that special car memory" that helped shape us.

Today I will share a bit of my experience, and also some of yours.

It's fascinating to see in your stories how every stage in life is some sort of fertile ground for automotive passion to grow.

Usually kids are drawn into "super" things.

Super colourful stuff. Super exciting games. Super hero stories. And of course, if they like cars, super cars.

I was no different. I remember being a kid and getting my attention caught by one specific red car: The Ferrari F50.

At that time I was 5 or 6.

This single fact is what kickstarted this article: Ferrari's halo super car was launched 30 years ago, in 1995.

I remember seeing it in the newspaper. In the car related section that came out every Thursday. Until one day I went to some auto show in my home town of Buenos Aires and saw it in the flesh for the first time. It blew my mind.

It didn't really end up becoming my favourite car. Or my favourite Ferrari even. But I had a 1/18 scale model one that I kept opening, closing, playing with. The engine bay, the suspension, everything was fascinating to me.

It will forever be an important car in my life.

Not everyone likes or is even interested in super cars, though.

But every car enthusiast can look back and find important cars in their life.

These are usually ones you make memories with, not ones that you will never get into, let alone own one, in your life.

Your parents car. Your grandparents, even. Or maybe an uncle, family friend or neighbour.

Those cars you have a fantastic memory of.

Sadly I don't have pictures, but it was the first car I remember being in. It was not the first car I really was in, because my dad owned a saloon Fiat Duna when I was born in 1989. He bought the Weekend in 1994 and it's the restyled estate version of the same car.

I remember going everywhere with this car. We went to my grandma's every weekend, and had oh so many kilometers done in it during holiday period. But the thing I remember the most is how I sat inside of it.

I will not take questions about seat belts at this time.

I used to sit in the back seat, all the way forward, to be closer to my dad who was driving, and my mom who was riding shotgun. But this is not special.

What was very special and specific from that moment in time, is that my arm was the exact length between the two front seats, so I liked to "lock" myself with my right arm parallel to the ground between them.

And my left arm was more often than not, going over the right side of the driver's seat, and down, to be pressed in between the seat and my dad's back.

I have no idea how this was comfortable for him or myself, but it was 100% a special connection between us.

If there's something we both remember from my childhood, this is it.

This might be the most important car in my life.

It's the car that replaced the Fiat Duna Weekend in 1999 and the one I was making memories with, in the largest part of my school years (elementary and secondary), including one of the most important things in my car enthusiast life: learning to drive.

If you have nice memories of when you learned to drive, reply to this email sharing your story. I would love to read about it.

This Renault Megane diesel was basic, but trustworthy. Great fuel economy and quick enough for a family car. It had great visibility and one of the hardest clutch pedals I ever used. This is not really ideal for learning, but made other clutch pedals easier to use.

I have amazing memories with this car and will forever cherish it. I'm sad it was sold for my dad to get his next car, but it made perfect sense.

Small pause before the Question of the Week sharing your experiences.