Learning to drive a car? – could be a disaster. Learning to drive a car with your dad? – 100% sure disaster.

You and your dad, Jim, were mirrors of each other. In good and bad. And the stubbornness you both shared came up when trying to get over this impossible obstacle – learning how to drive.

You were already seventeen, you wanted to be independent and learn to drive. You didn't want your dad, or Steve Harrington in the worst case, driving you everywhere. It was impractical. You also wanted to learn to drive, yourself. It was a sign of independence and maturity.

At first, your father had been against the idea, but after some careful persuasion you and Eleven pulled off, his opinion was quelled.

"Turn left! Turn! Turn left!" Jim screamed, reaching towards the steering wheel, trying to make the car turn to the left. You practiced in the big parking lot of the Starcourt Mall. In the evenings, after closing hours, the place was calm enough for that. Otherwise you would have already caused catastrophic hazards to other cars and people. After all, you had almost hit a grandma once while trying to drive in traffic. After that, Jim decided to not take big steps forward.

“I got it, let go!” You snapped back, trying to slap his hand away from the wheel all while trying to turn the car to the left and not crash onto a traffic sign. The turn was sharp and at the last moment the sign, and the front of the car, were saved.

"For the love of God, brake! BRAKE! Otherwise you'll hit the wall! Brake now! That’s the gas, kid! Hit the brake! No gas!"

Jim instructed, shouting, as you accidentally pressed the gas instead of the brakes. The wall of the mall was already threateningly close.