I was 12 when I first started to learn to drive. I was too young, and so I could not ask my dad to teach me so I had no choice but to ask Marvin. While it was nice of him to agree to teach me, it also sort of put me at his mercy.
You see because I was not supposed to be driving, how could I complain about any thing that happened.
Of course, a 1946 Plymouth is a stick shift . So learning how to drive also meant learning how to drive a stick shift . 
I remember the first time behind the wheel. Every time the car jumped, changing gears, Marvin would sock me. That was some way to learn to let out the clutch easier. I would drive down the street and people would say,” Isn’t that Judy driving?” I would come home black and blue, but I could not tell anyone why. That was the part I hated.
Every night I would go for a ride with the family, stop and get Ice-cream at a drive-in. I would fall asleep in the car when we would get home my mother would wake me up to walk home from the garage which was in my dad’s building by the store.
I remember the first time behind the wheel. Every time the car jumped, changing gears, Marvin would sock me. That was some way to learn to let out the clutch easier. I would drive down the street and people would say,” Isn’t that Judy driving?” I would come home black and blue, but I could not tell anyone why. That was the part I hated.Every night I would go for a ride with the family, stop and get Ice-cream at a drive-in. I would fall asleep in the car when we would get home my mother would wake me up to walk home from the garage which was in my dad’s building by the store.
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