My buddy and I took his Grandma's 1967 Impala for a cruise around town when we were 14 or 15. Grandma was in church at the time, and we were supposed to be.
Rob said, "Grams leaves here keys in her car, do you know how to drive?" I said "I can figure it out, let's go" I eased out of the parking space, and then eased out of the parking lot down to the stop sign. I rolled out making a left and mashed the pedal.
That car had a 350 4 barrel and it lit up the tires as we went fishtailing down the road. Then I settled in and we cruised for about 45 minutes and went back. Thankfully the space was still open.
Grand Theft Auto! On my first try.
A year or two later Dad told Mom he was going to take me out to give me a "driving lesson". He never said a word the whole time. We walked back in the house and Mom asked "Well, how did it go?"
Dad just said, "That ain't the first time he's drove."

But he never did ask me about it.