I used to take my parents car out when they went out when I was younger. I remember I spent about 10 minutes at the bottom of my cul-de-sac trying to work out how the lights turned on. Later that night I was parked outside some local shops, I noticed the police pass by and stop at the lights. I thought I should probably leave since being parked outside some shops at 1am might seem suspicious, I put the car in reverse and hit the pedal but nothing happened, at this point I was shitting myself, I kept hitting the pedal but no revs - after about 30 seconds of trying and my friend reminding me the police are probably going to turn round and start asking questions, I realised I been hitting the brake pedal and not the accelerator, flashing my break lights like a twat (also, a tell tale sign to the police of someone paying a lady of the night for some oral pleasure). I reversed as calmly as I could given the situation, drove over a crest of a hill and broke the sound barrier getting back to my driveway without being caught. Never again.