This story came to my mind after reading one of Pamela Marks's posts. It's about my dad when he was driving. He grew up way out in the country. He's only 56, so this didn't happen in the days of war or anything. But when he was nine he started driving - cars. He had already mastered driving tractors and the like. But necessity had all of his brothers and sisters learning awfully young everything they came to know (he's the 15th of 16 children). One day when my dad was twelve, he was stopped by a highway patrolman. My dad was only twelve years old. The patrolman told him he was going ten miles over the speed limit, and did he have permission to be driving? My dad said his dad had given him the keys himself. So the highway patrolman told him if his dad said it was okay then he'd let him go. But he better not catch him speeding again.
LOL Can you ever imagine getting away with that nowadays?