I used to steal the spare key for my dad's '93 Corolla. I would only drive it a block away, then spend 2 hours trying to park it exactly as it initially was. I slowly went further to the grocery store down the street. Soon after, I went legit and got my permit. I was unstoppable after that. I would take my friends everywhere, even ripping the e-brake attempting to drift, just praying to get a manual RWD car. My first real car after the Corolla was an '07 manual G35 coupe. I had no clue how to drive stick, but like the Corolla, I learned by stalling back-to-back in the neighborhood until I got the hang of it. The rest is history. I've had many cars since, but I'll never forget those days, my definition of true happiness.