I learnt to drive at around eleven years old. In an old jeep on a field in Colorado. There were lots of ditches. I could barely see over the steering wheel.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
When I was about 12 years old back in Houston, my Dad used to take us to the driving range.
My dad didn't drive - the only dad I knew who didn't.
I taught myself to drive. I hope that the child in me never dies.
I used to be pretty reckless. When I was a runner for a production company, I drove a massive 16 seater van. I was only 18. I mean I look young now, but then I looked about 12.
I was one of seven, and we took a lot of road trips - long road trips. And this was before iPhones and iPads and DVD players in cars. I remember how novel it was when I got my own Walkman so I could listen to music.
When I was 4, my dad let me 'help' him back out of the driveway, but I'm amazing at driving golf carts.
I learned to drive when I was 35. I'm driving like an old lady and very close to the wheel. I don't take many risks, and when people yell at me I say 'sorry, sorry, sorry!' I don't have road rage yet.
I didn't learn to drive until I was 65 and my husband was seriously ill.
I regret not learning to drive when I was younger.
I've been driving since I was 19 years old.