When I was about three, my dad parked the '65 Falcon wagon next to the house so he could load some stuff into or out of the shed. He left the stickshift car in reverse and the keys on the seat.
I got in, put the keys in the ignition and turned 'em. The starter motor was strong enough to push the car backwards into the house.
I do remember I was distraught; I don't remember getting so much as a stern talking-to.
Stuff happens. Buy insurance.
Read my post #60. (I think you’ll like my kid! lol!)