Beep Beep!

It was a dark, and Sunday evening. Camilla, and her father, Mark Phillip Stimpson, stood in the front yard, playing frisbee. Dark was arising, and a storm was coming in, yet the weather was nice. Camilla, scratched her head thoughtfully and said, "How about a drive, being as I'm old enough now."
Mark stroked his chin thoughtfully also and said, "Alright, let's get the keyes."
After Camilla changed out of her flip flops, Mark drove to the church parking lot, where the two did a quick Chinese-fire drill and Camilla was soon in the drivers seat. She rubbed her hands on the fluffy steering wheel cover. Ultimate power.
Camilla listened obediently to her father's wise directions. Clutch out, gas in. Clutch in, break in. First gear, second gear. Steer left, Steer right. Avoid the parked car. (for Katrina's sake, not once did he say, 'more gas'. )
Soon Camilla had switched to second gear, done three U turns, gone in reverse and avoided the Merrill's parked trailer and car. She also stalled the car only twice. And all, without a single shed of tear.
And so thus ended Camilla and Mark's ten minute adventure. Camilla then stopped the car, where they did, yet another, Chinese-fire drill, and Mark drove happily home, where Camilla found the comfort of a chocolate/M&M cookie.