When I was 10, I was at the beach with my parents. They were packing up our stuff on the beach and I walked back to the car, a sweet tank-grey Caprice Classic. I thought it would be cool to pick the lock of the trunk with a stick and have it open when they got to the car.
Unbelievably, I was not able to pick the lock of said trunk with a stick, but instead broke part of the stick off inside the lock.
My dad gets to the car and the key won't go all the way in the lock (

), and he's ####### furious.

He spends at least an hour trying to unlock it, cussing and yelling. We had a ton of #### and no other space, we had to get it in the trunk.
Eventually, he has to rip the back seat out (no easy fold down back seat in those bad boys), I have to crawl through a tiny hole into the trunk, get on my hands and knees, arch my back and push up as hard as I can, break the lock and pop the trunk open from the inside. We load all our #### up and dad cusses the whole way home.
Parents still don't know.