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Originally posted by Did you just call me Coltrane?
One of my babysitters had her boyfriend over and decided that the only way to get my sister to stop annoying her was to give her the keys to my parent's car to take a spin. She was 12. She drove the car through two of our neighbor's yards and into a tree. At 8 years old, I found this highly entertaining.
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I don't really remember babysitters. One of my dad's guiding joys in being a parent was making his kids do work. ("I don't need to hire movers, I have four kids!" "I don't need to hire lawn guys, I have four kids!" etc.) So as soon as I was old enough to be able to call the pager, they left me to take care of my sibs. I think I was nine. The weekend that I turned 16 and got my drivers' license, my parents left town. I think they probably spent 50 percent of their weekends out of town on their own after that.
My youngest sister learned to party very, very young.
