When I was 8 years old, a friend of my father left his car in our garage.
My friend, who's father was a truck driver, told me he knew how to drive.
We secretly took the car keys, and my friend showed me how he could drive the car back and forward.
I couldn't admit that he, which is a year younger than me, could do something I can't, so I also tryed to drive it.
But, pushing down the gearstick to reverse was too much of an effort for my little hands...
After hitting the car bumper against the garage wall, me and my friend spent a good couple of hours trying to put it back, and hide the scratches.
My father never knew.
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