Thanks for the link to this - good for the new year!
My step-brother fell out of a moving Eldorado convertible, rolled right over the trunk onto the street. When the kids in the back seat finally got Mom to understand that Richard fell out we ALL ended up in the front when she slammed on the brakes!
Fortunately for him no cars were directly behind us and he was just scuffed up.
We lived on a busy secondary street, chased Super Balls across it, climbed trees to get mistletoe, built our own Chopper bikes that were nearly impossible to steer, took off on bike rides taking us sometimes 10 miles from the house, got bruises playing with “Clackers”, played with fireworks with real gun powder holding in your hand when lighting the fuses. Yeah shoulda been dead. lol.