[RobRoy]

When I was about five, (1959)my mother left me in the car in front of the grocery store. It was very common back then. I saw the guy next to me move the collumn shifter to leave, so I did the same. The car was on a slight incline and it started to roll back out of the angled parking space. I distinctly remember trying to turn the steering wheel as hard as I could to get it to turn away from the cars it was backing towards. It came to a stop in the middle of the pavement between the two rows of parked cars.

This was in the days of no locking steering wheels and no locking shifter on a car with an automatic.

[Williams]

I have that topped, at about age 7 I reassembled a 38 revolver and when the hammer jammed on the barrel I finally tried to slowly squeeze the trigger to release the hammer at which point the sound left me deaf, car was filled with smoke (seemed like slow motion) took a while before I was sure I hadn’t shot my leg but put a hell of a hole in the car radio.

Those were the old days.

[Clinging Bitterly]

Yup. We always stayed in the car at the grocery store and once our youngest brother (who would have been maybe four) did the same thing. I tried to swing it back into park but the car was rolling too fast and it wouldn't catch. So we rolled something like 100 feet and hit a power pole. It did make a small dent in the back end of the ‘62 Belair but somehow we all escaped getting any butts dented.