When I was four my mother sent me to the store a block away from our home in a cul de sac. She had told me never to cross the street if I saw any cars. A half hour passed by, my mother worried. Mom drove up the street, looking for me. She saw me standing on the corner.
“Nancy, why are you standing here, honey?” Mom said. (She related this story to me years later)
“You told me not to cross the street if I saw any cars, Mommy,” I replied.
There was no moving cars, only one car parked at the top of our hill. The car that kept me plastered to my spot.
Mom chuckled as she shared this story years later with my family, her friends, and red-faced me. 🙂