Oh, boy, that was me! My birthday is in December, so I got my permit in December. At the end of our block, there was a grocery store with a butcher shop in the back, and they always had water pouring out in the back parking lot. In the winter, it made a really big ice rink, and that's the first place my mom took me in the Rambler station wagon to teach me how to steer out of a skid on ice. It was kind of fun, because the parking lot was wide open and there was nothing to hit, and I did learn some very important skills right off the bat. I'll never forget those late nights sliding around in the icy parking lot with my mother. She must have had nerves of steel.
