Driving

My dad took me out driving when I was about 12 or 13. We were living in Arkansas during this time. The law there was when we turned 14 we could get our permit. At 15 you could either get a Hardship meaning we could drive without a parent to school and work, or we could continue with the permit. At 16 we could officially get our license. Hope was about to get her's so dad thought he would take us out to a field near my grandma's house. I had seen Eli learning to drive and was seeing Hope learn so I thought I would be somewhat prepared. I got into my grandpa's old truck and I was amazed how the seat swallowed me. I was really short so I had to drag the seat closer to the wheel and petals. I drove a little and was extremely excited. At some point my dad told me to back up, so I tried. I was barely able to see the back end of the truck, so after a second or two my dad started to tell me to slow down. I thought I had more room so I kept going and my dad started to scream, "STOP! STOP! STOP!!". I got really mad and dad wasn't so happy and he told me the next time he says stop, stop. My dad decided to give me a second chance so we did our little routine again and drove a little and dad again decided to have me back up. This time when he said stop I just slammed on my breaks. Both of us flung forward a little and slammed back into the seats. Fortunately my dad just stared for a second or two at me and decided to laugh.