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.
Was the pickup a DeSoto?
Just askin’...
My father had a severe heart attack when I was 11. My mother refused to learn how to drive so my father reasoned that I would be the driver if he soon passed (he didn’t). Anyway, I started by driving on country roads during our Sunday drives and graduated to town driving. It finally became legal when I turned 14 and got a Texas license—things were different back then. Fortunately, I was never stopped by the law. :o)