my excitement driving Dad's vehicle came at age 12.
My pop was out of town, and I found the keys to his pickup truck.
so I 'borrowed' it and drove into town. I grew up in rural Colorado,
and thought it would be fun to take a cruise.
Wrong.
I got pulled over by a police officer who knew me.
His son and I were classmates in the sixth grade.
after a long lecture, he told me to take the truck home, and never let him catch me driving around in it again.
dont think he ever told my Dad, but it wasnt too long after that, Pop started letting me drive on longer family
trips, mostly on the interstate.
I eventually told my Dad that story, along with a few others I didnt think he knew about.
He just smiled, but didnt say a word.