The day I turned 16, I went to the State Police for my driver’s license. It was the same day my learner’s permit became valid, as in Pennsylvania you cannot drive until you are 16.
The State Trooper passed me the first try, and asked me how many years I had been driving. He added, I can tell you drove country roads as you swing wide on the corners.
I replied, “I had to swing wide on the corners as I had a hay wagon full of bales connected to the back of the pickup.”
Exactly. I don’t know any farm kids who weren’t driving tractors and other equipment when they were 7.