Originally Posted by Flourgirl
When I was young, we used to just slide around in the back seat, or worse yet, slide around in the front seat with mom's outstretched arm being the only thing between us and the windshield when we had to stop short.
Let's not forget those were metal dash boards in those cars and trucks. Usually with stylish protuberances and sharp edges that didn't break.
I seem to remember bouncing off the dash once or twice, How did I survive? I think with brain damage. LOL