When I first met your Dad, I wasn't even driving yet. I was getting close but still not old enough, I probably had my permit. My parents (mostly my Dad) helped me learn to drive but I still needed a lot of practice as I was learning to drive on a manual transmission versus an automatic. Your Dad was my "18 years old or older licensed driver" so that I could provide the car and my permit. Between the both of us, this got us everywhere. Your Dad helped me become the good driver that I am today. He would often get a ride out to the house and then we'd head somewhere. Sometimes it was to the movies both in the town we later lived in B and D. We'd often go out to eat.
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