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When I was about 5 or 6. My parents took me and my brother somewhere but we couldn't go in the building. I started getting restless in the back seat waiting on them. For some reason I was ready to go home and was going to try anything. I had the bright idea to stick a plastic, I think it was a knife, into the key ignition. It got stuck and broke off in there when I tried to start it. My older brother did nothing to stop me. So I figured if I just get back in my seat no one would notice. Dad tried to figure out why he couldn't start car, I remained silent, people were called, lots of money spent. I thought I had gotten away and went to bed relieved. However, I woke up to a butt whooping from my mom. I didn't know what was going on. I guess the mechanic or my brother told.
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