2. When I turned 18, I was eligable to vote, drive and get married. I voted before I learnt how to drive and probably never would have got behind the wheel had my mom not needed a chauffeur to drive her and our ailment prone dog to the vet. She pushed me into learning – even hiring a private tutor when I failed to master the art of steering a car after obtaining my license by attending the regular useless driving school classes. I’m still not that keen on driving. And I prefer public transport to a taxi.