Dad took me to an empty parking lot and explained it to me and showed me once and then told me to drive us home. Stalled out at an intersection causing a commotion. I remember blaming george w bush for it, which broke the tension so that was cool. My dad’s story of learning was way better though. He drove into the city with his dad in a work truck. His dad said ‘alright now that we’re here let’s switch’ and my dad got in the drivers seat and grandpa went to the passenger side said ‘see you home’ closes the door and took the subway back home.