There are some things worth paying for. Teaching my daughter to drive was something I had always looked forward to. I myself had learned to drive from my mother who always seemed to be calm and composed whenever I would grab the wheel It was also during these driving lessons that I got to be closer to mom and she would tell us her stories of learning to drive and having to "steal" the car from my grandparents when they were asleep. She told us of one summer vacation when they took the "jeep" which was an army GP vehicle they had bought for the farm and with around ten friends drove over to the beach. Her younger brother who was 9 years old then begged my mom to bring him along. On the way back, they hit a small ditch near the beach which resulted in a small bruise in my uncle's knee. Upon arriving at the house, my grandmother innocently asked what happened in reference to the beach, to which my uncle started bawling and told on my mom about the accident. This story has been told by mom and uncle several times with different versions of course.