Crashing their car

I put the car in reverse, slowly backing out of the parking space with excitement. I was thirteen and my parents were letting me pull the small pick up truck around to the front of the big brick building. I had driven before, but never by myself and never in a public space. I knew it wasn't too safe, there were semi trucks all around me, most stationary, and some moving in the distance behind me. The passenger seat window was rested, permanently cracked, letting in the cold autumn air. I put the truck in drive, and pull it around the front to park it in front of what was the lounge building for all the people that worked there. I pulled into the parking space skillfully leveled for someone my age, and I went to park. Little did I know that when I went to push down on the break my foot was actually on the gas pedal. I was maybe two feet from the wall when I ran into it, making a loud crashing noise. I didn't get hurt, but it scared me a lot. Some people came over to make sure I was okay, and then I shakily went inside to tell my parents that I had just ran their truck into a brick wall. I didn't drive for two years after that incident, but I didn't mind.