How old were you when you got pulled over by a police officer and what were you driving.
One day my dad told me to take the old Farmall H up a mile to the gas station and fill it up, since our tank at home was empty at the time. Well I was between 5th & 6th grade. Young looking for my age evidently. When I made my stop at the 2nd stop sign and took off. There was a cop car behind me and he turned on his sirens. Scared the Sh!t out of me. I drove to the other side of the intersection to the gas station and pulled in by a gas pump. He came up to me and asked me who gave me permission to drive that tractor. I said my dad did. I was really scared. When I got home I didn't say anything to mom or dad or any one else. About a half hour later my dad called in for me and told me to come outside. When I went out there was the policeman and police car in the yard. My heart sank. I never got in trouble with any one. Come to find out, the gas station owner I knew and he knew me and my family. He was a retired police officer himself. When I left the gas station he told that cop that I come up there all the time and get gas you better go to their house and apologize to him. Well about three months later when I was in 6th grade the teacher posted the policeman's photo from the newspaper on the bulletin board and it was his obituary. He was riding a motorcycle in a parking lot and ran into a cable knocking him off the bike and he died of his injuries. At the time I had mixed feelings but later felt bad for his family. I'll never forget those 15 minutes of horror I felt. Rest his soul.
One day my dad told me to take the old Farmall H up a mile to the gas station and fill it up, since our tank at home was empty at the time. Well I was between 5th & 6th grade. Young looking for my age evidently. When I made my stop at the 2nd stop sign and took off. There was a cop car behind me and he turned on his sirens. Scared the Sh!t out of me. I drove to the other side of the intersection to the gas station and pulled in by a gas pump. He came up to me and asked me who gave me permission to drive that tractor. I said my dad did. I was really scared. When I got home I didn't say anything to mom or dad or any one else. About a half hour later my dad called in for me and told me to come outside. When I went out there was the policeman and police car in the yard. My heart sank. I never got in trouble with any one. Come to find out, the gas station owner I knew and he knew me and my family. He was a retired police officer himself. When I left the gas station he told that cop that I come up there all the time and get gas you better go to their house and apologize to him. Well about three months later when I was in 6th grade the teacher posted the policeman's photo from the newspaper on the bulletin board and it was his obituary. He was riding a motorcycle in a parking lot and ran into a cable knocking him off the bike and he died of his injuries. At the time I had mixed feelings but later felt bad for his family. I'll never forget those 15 minutes of horror I felt. Rest his soul.