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I'm not sure which province it was, but the driving test was so hard it took my grandmother 30 times to pass. It involved parking and not rolling backwards on a hill.

Same. I wasn't in a hurry because I didn't have a car, but my brother wanted his license bad, so my mom said, want to get yours, too? Ok. Look over this yellow book.

So we drove almost an hour to the place. I took the test on the computer and got a passing score. They tested my vision. My mother had advised me, don't put on your glasses unless you have to, so I didn't. I was asked to look into the machine and read the fourth line. I looked in and waited for them to light it up inside. "Read line four." I waited for her to light it up. "Read line four." I quickly put on my glasses. Ah. Five lines.

I passed. Went to my mom and brother. Brother was mad as hell. He supposedly had had better than 20-20 vision, but he had failed the vision test. The whole way home he was yelling stuff like, "TSO! TSO!" (Texas State Optical) "They make glasses in an hour! Mom! Exit here! Exit!!"

Me learning to drive was my mom taking me to the local high school parking lot when nobody was there. She handed me the keys and said have at it. I didn't really know how to get going, but with a little direction I went deliberately careening around the parking lot. My brother came out from where he was hiding in the back of the Suburban and did up his seat belt.

Getting on the highway was scary. I got on. An eighteen wheeler shot a tire up right in front of me. It must have gone up 30 meters. I'd never seen anything like it before, or since. I said nope and exited and was done with driving until I got a car. I drove it off the lot, got maybe a mile down the road and the car stopped working. I came to realize the dealer had put just enough gas in the tank to get me to a gas station.