Were you ever aloud to drive your parent's car a little when were you younger? Did you accidentaly cause any damage to it? Do you know anyone else with a similar story? Did they crash a plane into a mountain perhaps?

Joyriding stories...

I was not allowed behind the wheel of a car until I'd passed my test to get my learner's permit.

driving is overrated

When I was like 3 or 4 my mom left teh car running and I was pretending to drive and put it in reverse and got scared and jumped out and was ran over by the car which then continued down the driveway and smashing into the house across teh street.

A few months later someone was jump starting the car and I put the car in drive trapping the man in between teh cars breaking both of his legs. The poor man still limps to this day (he still lives next door to my grandma).

So my driving career didn't exactly start out well.

Okay, this is my one driving story...

I must've been about 7 or 8 and my dad's car broke down. I was playing in the house, my father came in looking furious and the entire family - my mother, my brother, my sister and I - were coerced into helping him start it.

Anyway, he was in the driving seat, whilst we were all behind the car pushing it. But - because he there wasn't enough strength between us - he got out and told me to steer it instead.

Okay, now bearing in mind that I'd never been behind the wheel of a car before, I got in the drivers' seat and suddenly I thought I was playing Pole Position or something.

I didn't know that if you turned the wheel to the left, it went left. Or if you turned the wheel to the right, it went right. I just thought you turned the damn thing and - somehow - the car went where you wanted it to. Well, it would wouldn't it?

So the car starts going crazy - veering left and right - and all I could hear was my father shouting in the background. Then, BAM! - straight into a telegraph pole. I ran off crying and I've never been behind a wheel since.

Pathetic.