My 2nd car accident

When I was 14 years old, I insisted to my father that I'm old enough to learn how to drive.

We went to our small village aerport parking lot to practice. He put the car in a corner, in order for me not to worry about turnings and curves.

The problem was that the parking lot was elevated from the surroundings, and I still had problems to differenciate the first and reverse gear, and also to coordinate my foot between the break and gas pedals while panicking.

After this first lesson, my older brother was put in charge...