When I was 13 or 14.
Me, my dad, and my uncles (all 6 of them, plus their sons) were out on an annual off-roading trip through the Sonoran desert to reach this emotionally-significant hotel on the beach in the Gulf of Mexico (the same hotel that nabbed me a paralyzing fear of the ocean long ago).
Dont ask me the reason WHY its emotionally-significant, they never tell the young'uns. xD
Well, on the return trip home, my dad let me drive on this long strech of flat land.
He was drunk, however, and kept yelling "STAY ON THE ROAD CABRON SPEED UP".
He reached over and tried to show me correct hands-on-the-wheel placement while going 80mph in a Blazer truck and we veered of the road towards a miniture dune that, at this speed, sent us flying through the air.
Like seriously, 5 seconds of hang time.
We landed violently and broke the muffler, but were unharmed.
We just sat there quietly until I started up the car and got back on the road.
Good memories.
I've never driven since.