Back in the day, the road to our house in Jackson Acres was primarily orange sand with some areas of oyster shells to help with erosion. Back then it didn't have an actual street name and the directions to our house included things like: turn at the Jackson Acres sign, right before the DCA building... Back then the adults would let the kids sit in their laps and drive back to the house.
Some traditions never change:
The Brat Child looks so calm and responsible in this photo.
Put notice my mom's death grip on the steering wheel here and the use of the windshield wipers on a sunny day.
I believe he actually said the words, "I'm gonna get dat car."
And I thought having a licensed teenage driver was bad...