Take your time to learn in an open parking lot, a long driveway, or on a road with no traffic.
It took me about a month (Saturday mornings only) as a 16-year-old. My dad would go to the office to catch up on some work (he said, and I believed him), and take me with him to the plant, where I had acres of space to practice. (Oh, and this meant that except for the first time, or any time he’d try to show me something new, he was never in the car with me. No pressure that way.) Once I could start, stop, change gears and maneuver with some sense, then he’d let me drive him home.
And when I really thought I knew what I was doing he’d make me go by way of Drummond Ave., in Worcester. (Forty years later and I’m still wondering how people make that ride day in and day out.) Drummond Ave. had a slope that is not to be believed in a residential neighborhood… and a stop sign onto a major road at the top of the hill.
Fun times.