I was about 6 years old.. My dad had an awesome white corvair with a red interior - I thought it was cool, anyway.. It was parked in the open garage in the back yard.. I got inside the Corvair to pretend to drive and somehow kicked the stick into neutral, causing the car to slowly start rolling backward down the exceptionally long driveway.. My dad realized what was going on and ran to stop the car from hitting the house, which was parallel to the driveway..
He was pretty PO's but I just told him I was trying to back it out for him.. Thank goodness I didn't get a massive beating..
Friendship is like peeing your pants.. Everybody can see it, but only you can feel the warmth..