First Car Memory, the '65 Rambler Wagon

If it is true that Mom and Dad once bought a new car, then I would have been around 2.  I remember crawling around in the back of the Rambler Wagon at the dealers'.  I remember with exactness, the pattern on the silver-gray seats; little rounded rectangles the fit together to form something similar to a weave pattern, with little rounded square holes.  Mom and Dad were trying to keep me contained to the rear seat.  I was rolling all around and onto the floor with the fuzzy black carpet.  I got back up on the seat and leaned over the back of the front seat; the steering wheel was big and shiny and black and chrome.  I remember thinking how attractive it was.  Then I was looking at the seat belt buckles, they seemed so clean and heavy with a big circular depression with the same R that was on the steering wheel.  Cool.  The seats made a zipping noise when I lifted my leg up, the pattern had transferred.  I think I was wearing diapers.  I don't remember driving home in the car, but then the car was there like it's "timeline" in my life had begun, sort of like my younger siblings, things are suddenly there and then they stay there.