This morning, on the way to work the Alan Jackson song "Drive" was on. I've always listened to the song and smiled because it brings back memories. Well, this morning I was driving through morning rush hour traffic in Tulsa, and for some reason it stirred me more than normal. I remember back when I was 10 y/o, at my grandma's farm. She had an old '70 Chevy pickup that was used to haul her riding mower around, and haul tree limbs and trash to the dump in her pasture. We were mowing "the little cemetary". It was an old cemetary, lost and forgotten to the county/state, that grandma had relatives in. We'd mow it once a month through the summer. Well, grandma needed the tuck moved so that my mom could mow where it was with the riding mower. I was sitting in the truck reading because I had finished mowing what I was supposed to with the push mower. Grandma slid in the truck on the passenger side. Told me turn the key, put my foot on the break, shift it into gear and put it in L1, then ease off the break. I drove that truck a whoppin 20 ft, but I felt like the biggest man and best driver in the world. From then on, my parents and my grandma had me moving the truck here, and there, until it got to the point when I was 12, they'd hop in and I'd drive to the dump in the pasture. I remember vividly, being 14, and coming home from a Boy Scout camp out, my dad was very tired. He pulled off to the side of the road, told me to trade him places. He said, stay on this road and when you get to town, pull over and we'll trade back. He leaned against the door post and went to sleep. I then drove the 30-40 miles back to Tulsa. Scared the whole time that I might wreck or get pulled over. From that moment on, I drove constantly. When I turned 16, I got my drivers license, and drove every chance I could. I loved driving. It was a great release for me. I spent $500 to buy a 1973 Chevy truck. I was so dang proud of that truck. I drove it EVERYWHERE, and ALL the time. (gas was much cheaper back then) I said all this to come to this. Now I'm the dad. I have a 14 y/o son and an 11 y/o daughter. The thought of letting them drive scares the beejeeses outta me. We don't go out to the farm often enough for me to teach them the way I was by moving vehicles in a wide open field. The roads around Tulsa scare me sometimes because of the id10t's on the road. I know though, deep down inside that I need to find a way to teach them right. Doing as many parents do and leaving it up to the school ain't gonna cut it. They need to know how to drive in any condition, any weather, and for it to come naturally, from having to do it alot. I guess I'm just gonna have to start turning the keys over at times, and let them start like I did. Wish me luck!