I’m envious. I didn’t start driving until 11. :o)
I let my cousins boy drive the golf cart when he was 10.
Beat me, I was 12!
My mother taught me how to drive when I was 8 years old out in the melon field we had on the farm. The pickup had to be started, put in gear, drive 40 feet, stopped, taken out of gear and shut off. She had to do this about 100 times per day and was happy that I could do it. Boy, was I stoked.
Dad learned what we were doing after a month or so and he wasn’t happy until Mom set him straight. Then he put me on the tractor and taught to work the soil in the orchards. That was fun too. It did get old after several hours a day for a couple of weeks.
Things were different in those days.