Flashback Friday

For some reason, on the way to work this morning, I thought back to this day in history when I was just 15 and had my learner's permit. One evening my mom and I were coming back from the grocery store and she was letting me drive. I was kind of crushing on someone and felt the need to drive by their house. Just to set up this story, it helps you to know that my dad had just gotten the alignment done on the car that very day. So we're driving past the crush house, which sat on a street that was kind of a circle, but you could drive all the way through - not a true cul-de-sac. I notice the front door is open, so I'm pointing this fact out to my mom, as we both become looky-loos. While being the voyeurs that we are, I felt this sudden impact as I hop the curb with the car and sort of drive over the corner of their front yard as my mom is shrieking at me. No damage was done...and I got myself back onto the street and drove on like you're SUPPOSED to...while my mom and I are both kind of stunned by what I just did. Then I utter these famous last words..."don't tell dad."