That's how I learned to drive. dad would let me stand up in the seat and kind of sit back on his belly and let me steer going down the road. Then when was about 10 or 11 he turned me loose on a Farmall Cub tractor in the hay meadow. He showed me how to stop it and put it in neutral and kill it if something happened. Told me not to change gears and soon as he was out of sight I went to changing the gears the first time I let out on the clutch and it popped a wheelie with me. so I down shifted and then I was good for awhile then a couple hours later I see dad coming so I stop real fast and put it back to where he had it just creepin. he pulls how's everything going I say good he take it to the barn and park it so I change the gears back up and away I go like a pro about 45 yrs ago.