My Big Brother, Bill, was often the one to stay with me "little Dickie" on Saturday nights when Mom and Dad and the other siblings would go out.  I remember especially enjoying ice cream with Bill.  One time we were out of ice cream so Bill and I, with Bill driving went to the local ice cream shop to get some.  We took Dad's old '54 Ford pickup, which we weren't supposed to use, I remember especially taking the corner to the ice cream store too fast and almost being in an accident.  Luckily, we made it home with the ice cream, but got in trouble with Dad the next day because somehow he knew we had used the truck the night before.  Bill also taught me how to drive.