Hey Pandas, What Is Something You Did As A Kid And Now Realize How Much Of A Dumb Child You Were?

When I was a teen with a newly minted driver's license, I got into some pretty silly, and dangerous, situations. My car didn't have a stereo or cassette tape, so I got a big boom box, the kind where the speakers were detachable (but still connected to the body of the box by wires, it was the 80s, after all). I would sit it in the passenger seat, but everytime I had to break, or make a turn, it would slide around or the speakers would fall on the floor. I would actually take my eyes off the road while leaning over to retrieve them from the floor, or to reposition them after a turn. Many times, I would look back up only to see that I'd driven off the road, and was face to face with a traffic sign. I don't know how I didn't injure someone else or myself. Irony is that the end of my red Toyata Corona came on a rainy day because a dog was in the middle of the slick road. I turned the wheel and hit the breaks. Of course they locked, (the one situation our high school football coach and driving instructor didn't warn us about) and sent my car rolling sideways straight into a small cliffside off the road. I don't know how I was lucky enough to walk away with only a bump on my head and a bruised and swollen knee. I've always felt that an angel was watching over me that day. I literally felt myself being lifted gently in my driver's seat and momentarily cradled by warm soft air while the car spun around me. When the it came to a stop, I was sitting upright, safe and sound inside the car but sitting on the ceiling instead of on the seat. There was no explanation in physics that would have explained that. Either a one in a million crazy piece of luck, or an angel keeping watch. I like the angel theory.