I started driving before I had my permit/license (yes, I know… bad bad coastie ):oo:. When I was a freshman in high school I used to walk down to my Dad’s work (a trucking yard). Well, while I was waiting for him to get done with work, I would practice driving around the yard in his 69 Chevy pick up (he kept the keys under the mat for me). Sometimes he would let me drive home too. My uncle (a cop) would see us in town and just shake his head.
When I took drivers education in school during the summer before my senior year, the instructor was a riot. Our first stop each morning was for coffee and doughnuts. The first time we went on a drive he asked me who taught me how to drive, I told him my dad. Then he asked what my dad did for a living, I said truck driver. He said he figured as much because I made such wide right turns.
He was a great instructor. He told me that he would pass me the first day because I didn’t hit anything, but being that it was a week’s course, we had to continue.
All I have to say is be patient with yourself.