I got away with some really scary shit when I was younger. I don't know how I'm still alive!
1 - When I was 19, I borrowed my mum's car for a short journey. I wasn't insured but of course I knew nothing could possibly go wrong! I parked at the house I was going to, and went inside. A while later I heard a car beeping, but thought nothing of it. Then after another while, heard more beeping - looked out the window but couldn't see anything wrong. A while later when I was leaving to go back home, I realised I'd left the handbrake down and the car in neutral when I saw that my mum's car had rolled across the road and neatly stopped between two parked cars - hadn't touched either of them!
2 - I was 20 and had a joint while living in a third-storey apartment. High as a kite, I opened the sash window, sat out on the narrow windowsill, and pulled the window down behind me. I stayed there for a while, happily surveying the ground far below me, before reaching behind me to push the window up again and climb back inside.
3 - I was around 20ish and was kind of hanging out with a male friend of my mother's. He was about 40. We went for a long drive, had several pints, and when we left the pub I jokingly told him that he should let me drive. He handed me the keys! So I got in and drove home, reaching 100mph at one stage - this wasn't on a motorway or dual carriageway, just a standard wide-ish road.
I feel sick when I think about those things now, and feel twice as sick when I look at my kids, approaching mid-teens, and I dread letting them off to live unsupervised lives in case they're anything like me.
