she drove us around. I'd sleep in the "way back" of the station wagon with the back window down just enough to suck in carbon monoxide fumes, we'd ride our Big Wheels down the middle of the steepest streets we could find with no helmet or elbow pads. Often we'd have cowboy and indian wars using real BB guns with no eye protection whatsoever, if you made the other kid bleed that was considered a confirmed kill.

Sometimes, when driving to the store, I don't wear my seatbelt and rely on crumple zones and 15 airbags to protect me from getting an owie.