During WWII, as a 10 year old, I was driving a Model A flat bed truck with a load of loose hay on the bed. I went around the corner from a side street onto US Rt. 1 and dumped the whole load. The police came to help me and my dad, who had been following me on a tractor re-load the hay. My dad got the ticket and I never worked so hard for the rest of the summer and fall season or at least until school started. The cop said I was too young to be driving and he didn't want to spoil my record when I was old enough to drive. On the farm, I'd been driving tractors for a year.