“He’s off-road, driving down the ditch,” one of the Ohio State Highway Patrol troopers radioed to the rest of the officers. “We are not going to let him get back on the highway.”
“Can you advise on intentional contact to stop him?” another trooper asked.
“One car as gently as possible,” one answered.
“He was three foot tall,” she said. “He was a very short kid. I don’t see how he even looked over the steering wheel.” Though she had to admit, he was pretty skilled. “He was a good driver for being 10 years old,” she added.
Then again….. It’s all been done before…
Of course, I had already been driving a car for some time. When my parents were away, I drove their cars. I had my own set of keys, and I always refilled the tank to make sure the gas gauge didn’t give me away.I remember the first time I drove. I was 11. With fear and trembling hands, I started the car, backed it out of the garage, and drove it around the block and back into the garage. Then, I turned off the engine and sat very still, holding onto the wheel with both hands for a long time.
A scared kid got into the car when this adventure began. When the door opened next, a DRIVER got out – one who was driven to go on to whatever came next in the passages leading to autonomy.
I had passed over from one stage of life to another.
I had been a child very much in danger – now, I was a very dangerous child.