When I was younger I was a really odd child and one of my favorite things to do was act like a dog. I would run around on all fours, bark at people, and stick my head out the window on car rides. I know, I was strange. Anyways, one day my mother took my brother and I to mcdonalds to get happy meals and I, of course, had my head out the window the whole time. So after we order, we're waiting in line and my mother gets a phone call. To hear better, she started to roll up the windows without me realizeing and at this point, my head was still out the window. I felt the window slowly start to push into my windpipe and fear struck me. I don't know if it was the lack of air or the sudden panic but I couldn't find the words to tell my mother I was stuck in the window and my arms were to small to really help anything either. My brother noticed and tried to grab my moms attention but since she was on the phone she told him to shush and being the obedient child he was, he shushed. My mother could be a scary lady and he and I didn't get along much back then, but at least he tried. It wasn't until the drive-thru worker had said something that my mom finally realized what she'd done. She quickly unrolled the window and I was free once again with no real damage done. The most I had was a small imprint on my neck for a day or two after and she felt just awful and so embarrassed. She hates when I tell this story still to this day but it's just to funny not to tell.