I did the same, but then I’d climb up onto the hoods of other peoples’ cars, and from there onto the roof. After that I’d go from roof to roof down the row. At right about that point my mother would start yelling at me.
I don’t know either. At one point when I was a kid, our parents had taken me and my cousins to an auction which had limited appeal for us, so we went to go play with a hay bale, but we were too short to get on it so we climbed on the hood of a car to get on top of it. The man who owned the car came to get something from it and yelled at us a lot and demanded we go get our parents. Consequently we spent the rest of the auction hiding from the scary person.
I’m so glad to know I wasn’t the only one that did this. I would pretend the floor was lava lol
I did the same, but then I’d climb up onto the hoods of other peoples’ cars, and from there onto the roof. After that I’d go from roof to roof down the row. At right about that point my mother would start yelling at me.
I still don’t know why.
I don’t know either. At one point when I was a kid, our parents had taken me and my cousins to an auction which had limited appeal for us, so we went to go play with a hay bale, but we were too short to get on it so we climbed on the hood of a car to get on top of it. The man who owned the car came to get something from it and yelled at us a lot and demanded we go get our parents. Consequently we spent the rest of the auction hiding from the scary person.