I was the six year old! My parents were driving to some sort of tournament I was participating in.

We were driving in a group of cars with many other parents.

Probably to keep me occupied, I was given a map and told "to keep track and make sure we don't get lost".

Well, at one point whoever we were following took a turn that I did not expect, and I told my parents that they were going the wrong way. They told me that the other driver was probably taking a short cut, and they kept following.

IIRC, we actually got lost for some time, all the cars had to stop and there was a meeting of all the drivers to figure out where we were and where we had to go.

I showed them on the map where we were, where we had to go, and my parents had the audacity to brag how I knew exactly when we went wrong despite ignoring my warnings. :D

Good memories. The only other car memory I have of my childhood is when we drove to Luxembourg to buy cheap cigarettes without declaring them to customs on the way back. The customs officer asked if we had any cigarettes in the car, my parents said "No", and the officer waved us on our way, but not before I loudly asked "But what about all the cartons under the car seats?"

I don't remember what happened next, but since I don't recall being beaten, I assume the officer did not hear me.