I didn't really like driving and put off getting my license until I was 17, and I only got it because my parents were pushing me to get it so they didn't have to drive me around.
Pretty much as soon as I passed my test my parents had me out driving on my own.
17. My step-dad died, the summer of '03, and left me his car. A couple of days after his death I was extremely sad/depressed, so I took the car without asking and drove around aimlessly. It helped me a great deal. I didn't have my license, but I didn't care. When I got back, my dad wasn't mad, he understood.
I didn't want to get my license at all (I could have got it when I turned 16), so I delayed until my dad forced me to. I think I was a little over 17, it was late in the summer. I didn't really get comfortable with driving until I was probably 19 or so.