Oh my!!! Those are great!

My brother and I were always sent to buy bread. When the bread was not and fresh and straight out the oven, we could never resist biting the corners of the crusts off. We did this one day (I must have been about 4 years old) and decided to eat our corners of crust in the boot (trunk) of my Mom's car. So in we climbed and it latched shut. Leaving us trapped in the boot! I truly don't know how long we were in there for but I do remember yelling and screaming. My Mom and Dad were taking a nap and I think a neighbour eventually alerted them to the screaming. I remember my Mom taking out the speaker (old, old car) and peering into the trunk. I will never forget the first thing I saw when we got "saved" was her nose!