1. You drove yourself to middle school — legally.
At the ripe age of 14, you slipped your secondhand Buick between the fine yellow lines of the school parking lot. Its voluminous behind sagged over the edge of the lines — in your eyes, you drove nothing short of a Cadillac. You were confident that 14-year-old children were capable of maneuvering the fast lane. Now you break into a cold sweat at the first sight of a teenybopper in oncoming traffic.