Trying to kill my family
Both my parents quite like actual driving. So though we'd go somewhere nice for Easter holidays like Spain or Italy (avoiding heat), for summer holidays we'd generally stick to Britain or France, and go to somewhere like Cornwall. Naturally this involved a fair bit of driving, and once you got there lots of meandering slowly around country roads. This bored me to tears naturally. I'd read for hours and hours and we'd still not be there. One time the boredom got too much.

The car was driving slowly, the weather was absolutely beautiful, and soon the car was missing one child. I had climbed out the window and onto the roof of the car using the rack on the top, and was lying spreadeagled holding onto it. It was warm and fun, but eventually (a few minutes) I got bored and that's when the panic set in. I was holding on with both hands to the raised rack and I didn't dare let go to try and get back in. Like climbing a tree it was much easier to get up than it was to get down. Suddenly the car seemed faster, and I was entertaining horrifying thoughts that maybe I'd never get back inside. A cloud covered the sun, it was suddenly cold, there was wind and I was stuck on a roof. So the obvious solution occured to me. I inched my body forward, and gripping on extra tight, moved one hand and dangled it in front of the windscreen. My father says it almost gave him a heartattack, and it was lucky we were travelling so slowly or we'd have crashed.

So there's the story of how I almost killed my family.
( Amberl was stripey and dominated Europe, Wed 28 Apr 2010, 14:22, 2 replies)

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because I believe this actually happened.

You mentalist.
(Darth Foxtrot A one-man army dedicated to making fetch happen, Wed 28 Apr 2010, 14:42, closed)

every word is true :)
I did it a few more times, but told them beforehand after that
( Amberl was stripey and dominated Europe, Wed 28 Apr 2010, 14:46, closed)