What parent, in their right mind, leaves a kid in a car w/ the engine running? Or leaves a kid in a car, unsupervised. Period.
“What parent, in their right mind, leaves a kid in a car w/ the engine running? Or leaves a kid in a car, unsupervised. Period.”
Luckily I grew up on the streets of Philadelphia and my parents didn’t own a car.
When I was a kid, I got in my Uncle Art’s Comet and put it in Neutral and coasted down the driveway and through the back wall of the garage.
Earned me the nickname “Crash” from my Dad.
Before that, he called me “Sparky” because I stuck the car keys into the electrical outlet.
“What parent, in their right mind, leaves a kid in a car w/ the engine running?”
Quite often I stayed in a running car alone as a kid, especially when mom went shopping. Running so I could listen to radio. Of course 1966 is a far cry from 2017. And rural NC is a far cry from Philadelphia.