From the age of 10, I walked or rode my bicycle. I remember taking some stuff to my aunt, 30 miles away, one Saturday. When I started working regular hours, mom got tired of taking me to work and picking me up late at night. When I turned 16 and one month, she took me to the license branch to get my license. Then we went back the next day as you had to be 16, one month and one day. It certainly beat the 3 mile walk home each day. Granted, dad did give me a ride to school in the morning. I had to hoof it in the afternoon when time wasn't an issue.