Learning to Drive

Dad taught me to drive. He wanted to teach me to drive a stick shift car instead of the automatic since the stick shift is what I would be driving.  That was easier said than done.  He taught me the fundamentals of driving and shifting on the church parking lot before going on he road.  Everything went fairly smoothly until we were at a stop light that was on a slight incline.  I couldn't get the car going.  I stalled it over and over.  Dad kept his cool despite the ever growing line of cars behind us.  I on the other hand was in tears.  After what felt like 10 (I think the reality was only 2) light cycles I was finally able to start the car.  After that horrible experience Dad decided that it might be easier to teach me the basic of driving on the automatic and later try the stick shift again.  I think Dad still want to keep teaching me on the stick shift but my begging and teary face changed his mind.