My father taught me how to drive when I was about sixteen years old. But, he’d been badgering me about the subject when I was still fourteen. I credit those two years of negativism to repressed memories of my toddlerhood, thanks very much. So basically I’ve known how to manipulate the gears of a car for seven years now. Not that I knew to do many things; I just went around inside our village for drives whenever the whim for it struck. I never went out of our village on my own, even when I had my driver’s license already. …