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When I was about 8-10 years old, we were at a church picnic. Mom wanted me to take her purse to the trunk. All the other ladies said, "Me, too." The men put their wallets and keys in their wives purses. I stuck my arms out straight in front of me and the women hung all their purses on my arms. My dad put the trunk key in my hand. I walked to the car, unlocked the trunk. When it popped open I dumped all the purses in the trunk, along with Dad's keys. I closed the trunk and skipped back the the picnic. When Dad asked for the keys, I nearly swallowed my tongue. No one could go anywhere! No one!! Someone walked to a phone (long before cell phones) and called a locksmith. Wow! I felt terrible. BTW, my Dad was the Pastor!