Yeah, when cars were not as safe and somehow babies weren't frying in back seat car seats.
“no memory of the 50s, 60s and 70s
Yeah, when cars were not as safe and somehow babies weren’t frying in back seat car seats.”
And my little brother walked around with a goose egg on his forehead from hitting the dash board. My mom was holding him, but my dad hit the breaks a little too fast.
The older brother was riding in the back window and rolled on top my me and my sister. We saved him from flying into the front seat. Normal everyday 1960’s.