First Drive

The first time I ever sat behind the wheel and actually put a car in motion was when I was 14. My dad decided I could drive up our driveway after some continuous begging on my part. I sat behind the wheel and looked at the dark road ahead of me. I could barely see over the steering wheel, but I refused to inform my dad of any uncertainties that I had. I actually had no clue which pedal was the gas and which was the break, but I didn't want to let my dad know that I was that incompetent. Looking back I definitely should have asked some questions because the series of events that followed will scar me for life. My first mistake was putting the car in reverse rather than drive. We started rolling backwards. My dad yelled at me to hit the brake. Of course that would be the logical thing to do if I knew where the brake was. Instead I stomped on the gas and the car sped backwards towards a tree. I was able to stop the car before we hit anything, but we came inches close to a tree followed by a very steep hill. I was so scared that I didn't even want to drive the rest of the way to the house. He made me do it anyway and we jerkily made our way home safe and sound.