My daughter now has a learner’s permit. For her first outing, she went with my wife to the local elementary school parking lot on a weekend. Evidently the only casualties were two traffic cones and a portapotty.
Actually they made up the part about the portapotty, but it was a good story.
Later, my wife was talking to a friend about this, and the friend suggested that after parking lot proficiency is attained, the next level is driving in the town cemetary. Nice empty winding roads. The friend finishes with “and the best thing is you can’t kill anyone.”