You got your first driver's license without ever having been behind the wheel of a car. At fourteen, following Sister's footsteps from six years earlier, I worked Saturdays at the dime store, roughly the equivalent of this generation's Dollar Store. But way cooler. As Sister had done, I finagled rides to traverse the six miles from home to town and spent untold hours waiting for return treks at our favorite uncle's downtown grocery store.
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