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  • When I was 11 my dad allowed me to drive. It was a quiet road down a forested mountain at night, and I learned two things:

    My dad trusted me enough to drive down this mountain road at night, and driving a car is surprisingly easy

    • Dad was drunk, I suspect

      • Your comment reminded me of my own story where i was at the bar with my dad. I wasnt drinking he just stopped at the bar after picking me up from somewhere. I was maybe 14 or so and had to drive him home. Not sure what would happen if i got pulled over at the time but I knew how to drive that young so i wasnt a complete danger.

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