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. …