Absolutely - wish I could experience it all over again. I taught my wife and my children to drive and I was there to guide them as they learned to ride their first bike. It was a blast - mom was all nervous they would fall - but the kids were laughing even when they did fall. The one thing I learned is that when it comes to driving a car - most of what I taught them went out the window as soon as they obtained their license. My wife and daughter have heavy feet and curse at everything. Scares the heck out of me - by the time we get to our destination I'm so worked up I've got to go around the corner to smoke a joint in order to calm my nerves. My son on the other hand - if the speed limit is 55 he's going 45. He's one of these people that turns on his directionals long before he intends to make the turn so people behind him have no clue when he's going to make the turn. And he so loves his brakes that he rides them - I suffer from whiplash every time we have a long trip. Having said all that - I'd love to go through it all again because the ability to drive a car - something my step mother and grandmother never learned to do - means independence and I am happy to have helped secure that for them.

Yup. My daughter was riding her bike at four years old and I taught both kids to drive when my daughter was eight and my son was 11 years old, on our Kentucky farm.

My plan was to teach them before they became rebellious teenagers, because at this age they were still willing to practice, just to get to drive. Besides, I reasoned that when they were older, eventually they'd take the car in the night and go joy-riding and I preferred they have driving skills first.

I laid a section of folded newspaper in the long driveway and had them practice stopping the car with a specified wheel in the middle of the paper until they could do it perfectly with any wheel I told them to.

Next I set out a maze homemade of traffic cones and had them first practice driving through the maze, then backing the car through it, stopping and starting when I said.

When they mastered that, I let the kids take take turns driving up the holler road that runs beside our farm up a steep hill to a remote pond where we swam in the summer. They had to stop and start the car on the steep slope repeatedly, until they could do it without spinning the wheels in the gravel, and then park the car correctly at the top.

Both of my kids first outings were a covered bridge tour. I mapped out a bunch of covered bridges. Lots of little back roads with little traffic. 15 or twenty minutes of driving and then take a break enjoy the covered bridge and the stream. Get back in and do it again. The first son even got a bit of off-road driving as that road on the map should not have been classified as a road. They were pretty competent at the end of the day, at least with the basics of how to handle a car. Both times I fell asleep in the front seat as they were driving the interstate on the way home. I rousted up as we got off the interstate and now had to handle in town driving, they still needed a bit of help with all they myriad of things to pay attention to.