I did something similar a few times when I was about that age....
But wasn’t brave enough to steal Mom’s car (and especially not Dad’s T-bird).... So I walked the three miles to town and back.
Uphill in the snow both ways.
Spokeshave who recalls as a small child walking in the snow to the corner ship to purchase 6 pennyworth of broken biscuits....and the joy of finding a chocolate biscuit in the mix.