Once, when I was 6 or 7 or so, my family was in our trusty Kaiser. Mom and dad were in front, my sister and me in the back My sister and I were fighting over a View-Master. She held onto it very tightly, but suddenly I had possession. I pulled so hard that when I got possession, it continued until it hit the side window.
At the time, I didn't realize that my and my sister's arguing was getting on dad's nerves. When I hit the window with the View-Master, that was the straw that broke the camel's back.
We were somewhere out in the country. There were no homes except for one up aways that had a large black dog chained to something.
Dad pulled over and he told me to get out of the car. At first, I didn't believe it and started crying. Dad reaffirmed his command, "Get out of the car!" Mom said the black dog up ahead would probably eat me.
Crying like crazy, I got out of the car. It took off. I stood in the middle of the road, crying. The dog barked. I was scared to death.
After a few minutes, the Kaiser returned. I got back in the car in silence, and nothing was said to me.
We drove on.