Some of the older members may remember my story.

A few years back, when I was 14, I drove my moms car into a 1200 pound brick mailbox. I didn't have a permit or lisence at the time. My parents were both not home and I was looking for my friends in my neighborhood, and trying to be the cool kid that can drive. I was going about 15 miles per hour and I smacked into the mailbox and totalled my moms car.

The mailbox was fine, it just got knocked over. I had to pay for the car though, which was about 8K.

When it happened everyone was only worried if I was ok. I was scared $h1tless about my Dad kicking my ass. Instead he they just told me of how I would laugh about this later in life. I told them, yeah right, but now I do find it quite halarious.