How I Became A Victim Of A Memory Failure: Essay You Might Want To Emulate

I never thought of myself as an absent-minded person. In the least, a single-minded would be a go-to adjective, since when I’m focused on whatever activity I happen to be doing, I tend to ignore everything else. However, my experience often tells me otherwise.
This happened a while ago, but, surprisingly, I remember it as if it was a recent memory. Having just recently passed a driving test, I wanted to get on a road, but the prospect of getting a car seemed distant. Luckily, I had a friend of mine, who was kind enough to lend me his car for a ride. Fast forward a few hours, I’m in his car, enjoying a drive. So far, I’m doing good. I’m fresh out of driving school, but God knows I know a routine like the back of my hand. If I want to start a car, turn a key; If I want to change a gear, I move a gear shift into first gear; If I want to make a left, I turn my left turn indicator and turn it off as soon as I’ve done the turn. The simple routine that my single-minded brain sure would’ve memorized by now. If I want to make a left, I turn my left turn indicator on and turn it off afterwards. As simple as that.
Nevertheless, I didn’t. I clearly remember making that turn with my lights on, but can’t for the life of me recall why I didn’t turn them off. Only after driving like that for about five-ish minutes did I look at a dashboard. Dumbfounded, I couldn’t wrap my head around it. I could’ve sworn I did what I’d done multiple times, but apparently it just slipped my mind. I was fortunate enough not to get in trouble for my slippery memory, otherwise I could’ve gotten a ticket. On the other hand, though, maybe that was exactly what I needed – a reminder.