Well, one bad experience was when I was seven, and my mom's ex boyfriend (who was still with her at the time ) was driving me to my grandpa's campsite....we saw a little dark- coloured squirrel start to go across the road, and I told him to watch out for it...
Well, he speeded up just in time to run over it On purpose... I was so crushed

Once, when I was probably about 9 or 10, my dad was really drunk and he drove me all across town....it was around Christmas time, and my stepmom told him that we would have had to go through 8 road blocks to get to her work but we didn't When my stepmom found us at her work, she flipped and started crying...
In the morning, my dad didn't remember anything and my stepmom was still crying because she was afraid that I wouldn't be allowed to go over there after that...I haven't liked my dad drunk ever since...