I was 8 and played with older fellas-15-17 in a band "Three Flames and a Spark". I was Sparky. We probably didn't know but a dozen songs but the kids loved to dance so kept requesting we play them again. The older guys got serious (and my Mom didn't like me out past bedtime) so I got canned and my eldest brother-who didn't even play till then took over the kit. Yeah it's still a thorn in my side. I don't think my parents knew how indignant and how hard I took that.