A short except from On Unclipped Wings:
At 6am the next morning, Pa led me to the school bus. The car was already attached. He pointed to the driver’s seat. “Toma, get in! It’s just like driving the car.”
“But I can’t,” I said, my voice shaking. “I don’t know how to reverse with mirrors.”
“We will be driving on major highways and going straight ahead. If there is any reversing to be done, I will do it.”
I doubted Pa would be there at the instant I needed him. He would be driving the dump truck ahead of me. But I turned the ignition anyways, forgetting to press in the clutch. The bus jerked forward and stalled.
On Unclipped Wings