Mom drove the tractor at 12. Granted, that was 1959. I was driving the lawn mower at 12.
Speaking of driving...
Husband wasn't 3 blocks from our complex when a teenager pulled out from his left hand side into his lane. (Two lanes going each way, split by a median, husband was in the right lane) Didn't hit her, but had to ditch into a fairly solid snowbank to keep from doing so. Pulled off into a parking lot, I guess the car looks okay? (He left me a VM, and it cut off at the end) Husband's fairly unflappable, but even he had to take a moment to collect himself. He even thought about calling off from work. So here's hoping the car is okay.
And, Wordle in three again...