Jeny Driving

I like the question of the month this month!
When I started driving a about age 18, Dad (grandpa) took me out one time. At one intersection as I was slowing down for the light he freaked out and pulled the emergency brake. Then he told me he wouldn't take me out again, and I'm pretty sure I would never have asked him.
After that I relied on others to help me learn. First was a very patient boyfriend who was trying to help me learn on a standard. I was stopped at a red light in the left turning lane going from Dublin onto Academy heading towards home. I think this is the right street. It was a pretty good hill, and I couldn't get the car started without hitting the car behind me who had pulled up pretty close, so after trying through two lights I just gave up and got out of the drivers seat and got in the back of the car. John then scooted over and got us through the intersection. Serves the guy behind me right for being a stupid driver (because of course I wasn't the stupid one!)
Once John gave up my Home Teacher, Brother Black taught me. He was very patient and kind. I wonder how many years I took off his life. He finally got me to the point that I felt I could pass the driving test. When I went to take the test, the tester guy told me to take 4 right turns and parallel park on a deserted street curb. I simply had to pull forward to the curb close enough to pass. That was my test. The only thing I got marked wrong was that I slowed down for a squirrel crossing the road. By the way, never slow down for an animal crossing the road. Unless of course it's bigger than you are.