Pushing Ernie from the car

When I was growing up my parents were good friends with our minister. They even kept beer in our refrigerator for him since he could not have it at his house. My mother especially liked his wife. They would go riding in our car. The minister had four children like our family. One named Ernie was a year younger than I was. We were not in school so when they went for rides we were in the back seat. My mother liked to drive down the river road which was near the Kaw River and was dirt. Few secondary roads were paved but some were gravel. We were riding along and Ernie fell out of the car when the door flew open. I tried to tell the women that Ernie was not in the car but it took a mile. He was not hurt and except for being dusty and crying he was fine. I did not push him. After I was going with my husband and found he did not know how to drive, I taught him on that same gravel road, Of course the first lesson ended when he drove into the ditch, but that is another story.