I was 5, my little bro was 3, ma left us in the car...
he started fuckin around playin like he was driving, he kept grabbing the gear shifter and I knew that was a bad idea. I told him to knock it off but he didn't listen, he just popped it into neutral...oh yeah, the car was parked at the top of a fairly short but sharply inclined driveway...we rolled backwards across a 2 lane road and on out into a field...it was then that my brother coined the phrase "no harm, no foul"...
another time he was standing on the front seat at 55 mph, someone ran a stop sign and shot out in front of us...ma hit the brakes and his head hit the windshield and cracked it...he sat down for the rest of the ride home..
ma was driving and my sister kept fucking with the door handle in the back seat...I was standing on the front seat...we went around a corner and the door flung open and out went sis, she tumbled off into the ditch...ma stopped and walked back to her, helped her up, and berated her the whole way back to the car for not listening to her about the damn handle...
we survived, but I agree with blah to some extent...we were lucky, there could have been a cement truck barreling down the road when we rolled out into it...
I'm not sure if the story I saw was the same as the one blah's talking about, there was a man and a woman and 2 kids in a car, story was unclear of their relationship with one another..the car was swept into a creek and partially submerged under a small bridge, the man and his child got out, the woman and her child did not...it's very sad but these things do happen