Our family climbed into our car like trapeze artists - bottom layer, next layer, between knees and even across each other if neccessary. If we had needed seat belts then we would not have gone out together at all. So, Mum was driving down the road one day (Dad rarely drove the car) when I suddenly found myself rolling down the grass on the side of the road. I was too shocked to cry let alone be indignant as I heard screams from the car as it slammed to a halt, the door opened, and I was told to 'get in or we'll be late for church.' So that was the end of that particular experience!
Marie: And yet another story!
It seems to be a trait of the elderly to tell stories and often repeat the same stories. As our family has a major Reunion in February 2015 I will tell a family story each day and NOT repeat it for 100 days. I will use christian names from our earlier generations as pseudonyms.