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The News Wheel Editors: Our Childhood Car Memories

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We all have strange childhood memories. As a kid, you learn more about the world around you every day, and that includes trips in the back seat of your parents’ car. We decided to take a trip down memory lane and think back on some of our favorite — and potentially traumatizing — childhood car memories.


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Rebecca Bernard

Rebecca Bernard

I wasn’t supposed to eat in my mom’s car, but I decided one day it would be a good idea to have a lollypop in the back seat. I set it down on the bench. Until they sold it in 199, there was a big, crusty, purple spot on the upholstery in the middle seat from where I put it down and it got stuck.

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DeAnn Owens

DeAnn Owens

One day, when my mom was carting my brother and me around, my brother starting making the noise of a fire engine siren in the back seat. It was annoying, and I think my mom told him to stop. He often made weird noises, so it didn’t seem out of character for him. However, he had a reason for making that particular sound that day. Apparently, the floor of the back seat was smoking. My mom promptly pulled over into a neighborhood, and we got out as quickly as we could, and called for help. Since I was just a kid, often oblivious to my surroundings, I don’t remember all the mechanical details of what happened. The car sadly met its end that day.

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Daniel Susco

Daniel Susco

When I was very little (only about a year and a half old), my mom went to the store with me and my two brothers. After parking, my mom got out to talk to someone – leaving the car on – and through either the shenanigans of a flailing child’s foot hitting a door lock or just accidentally locking the car before closing the door, she promptly locked herself out. Then, my baby brother spat out his pacifier and started crying. I (ever the sympathetic one) started crying because he was crying. It didn’t take long for my older brother to yell, “Make them stop!” Luckily, she had already called the police, and the responding officer was able to get the car unlocked for her.

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Meg Thomson

Meg Thomson

One of my first childhood car memories is sitting in the back seat of my mom’s minivan. She had just pulled into the garage and got out of the car to go inside. For some reason, I was lollygagging and she made it inside before me. Our minivan doors locked automatically, so before I knew it, I was locked inside the car. As a young child, I didn’t realize you could unlock the car from the inside — and I thought the horn only worked when the car was on — so I sat in the car and sobbed until my mom came out (less five minutes later) and found me.

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