Whoa, Daddy

“What do you mean you were driving at the age of 10?” she asked.

“It was just me and my dad when I was growing up. He taught me how to drive so when he’d had too much to drink I could get us back to the farm on one piece. When I thought I should drive, all I had to say was whoa, daddy and he’d hand me the keys.”

“He took you with him to go out drinking? When you were 10?” She was judging – something the 12 step rules forbid – but I tried to answer her without anger.

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Author: Virginia DeBolt

Writer and teacher who writes blogs about web education, writing practice, and pop culture.

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