I'll let you readers decide if you think this is made up.

I had been in London visiting a few of the attractions, rather than spend the night in an expensive soulless London hotel, I decided to drive home that evening. I was 19 heading towards my 20th birthday when this happened. Life was good, I had passed my driving test and bought my first little car, I had a job that offered real prospects for the future. It was a blissfully happy time in my life. I was single and happy. I didn't have a boyfriend and to be honest boys at that point in my life were just a distraction and seemed so immature .