Ah, the weather’s turning nice, the flowers are blooming. Perfect time to hop into the car, crank down the windows, put some tunes on the CD, and cruise down the highway.
Except that the humongous 18-wheeler semi truck barreling down on you at excessive speed might be driven by an 11-year-old girl.
Geez, now that makes me a bit paranoid. Maybe I should just pop over to the nice social being held at the church. Have a cup of coffee, talk with some bedrock-solid just-plain-folks.
One of whom might poison my snacks with arsenic.
Or maybe I’ll just stay inside, curled up in a fetal position.
Have a nice day?
I was driving at 11 and I turned out okay. It wasn’t an 18-wheeler, but it was a truck on a ranch. By 12 I could back up with a boat trailer attached.
“I will make a million dollars by inventing a machine that allows you to slap people through the internet.” --(slightly modified quote)
You’re better at it than I am, then. I hope you learned with adult by your side. And conscious.
(True Story)
I knew someone that accidentially killed his mother by running her over with a car when he was 9 years old.
The stupid bitch allowed her young child to back her car from the driveway. His family blamed him and he turned to drugs including herion for solace. I knew him as an adult for a brief period of time.
SP