Yet Another Funny Picture Thread (3rd attempt)

I remember my sister sitting on the sill of the van door window telling a story and he took a left turn ( it wasn't all the way latched). She was there, then gone. She was fine but wow how times have changed! No child car seats, playing in pillows and blankets in the back of the station wagon so we could sleep or play if we weren't helping grandparents that were babysitting us while parents worked second and third shifts while grandparents did night time cleaning of businesses. We came and went from the station wagon across the parking lot to where they were cleaning with no supervision (or threats) for years as little kids. I miss those days when it was safe for kids to run around the neighborhood til dusk.