I drove up and down the driveway as a kid, first in an old Pontiac and later in a Galaxy 500.
At about the age of 12, I drove on country gravel roads with my mother and grandmother as passengers. Got pulled over by a state trooper, who was just asking us for directions because we were way out in the sticks of Kentucky. When I was 12 I looked like I was about 9, but the trooper made no mention of my age. Things were different back then.
First car was a '78 Volkswagen Rabbit, purchased new for me by overindulgent parents for $5,200. Later came a 1980 Mustang, and an '84 BMW that I put 280,000 miles on. Drove an Explorer for 10 years, running up over 200,000 miles, and am now in a sweet '09 Suburban. God willing, I'll drive it until it disintegrates.