And I'm still giggling about it. I went to my moms and since she needed to go to town but didn't want to, I offered to drive. (She lives in the country) I'm driving down the road not really paying attention to my surroundings because Mom and I are chatting. I saw a couple of little girls in a yard by the road but didn't think too much of it. (I'd say they were maybe 8 and 11 or so) But once we got up to them, they both threw stuff at my car! Whatever it was either didn't hit the car or didn't make a sound if it did but I was still a bit miffed. I slammed on the brakes while looking in the rear view mirrow (tires squealed and all) and saw the little girls hauling butt around the corner of the house. I then BACKED MY CAR UP DOWN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD (again...middle of no where....no other cars around), turned down their road and into their driveway. That's when I had a slight pause because they were having a cookout and I came face to face with about 40 people. But...I simply opened my door, stepped out and said "I don't know what those little girls have but they are out at the road throwing stuff at cars" and then got back in the car, backed out and left. By the time I hit the driveway though, the girls were hiding out in the garage. I think I might have made them pee a little when I slammed on my brakes and backed up. A tiny part of me kind of felt bad for obviously scaring the snot out of these girls but at the same time....had I done something like that when I was a kid? I wouldn't have sat down for a day or two. (And it turned out, they were throwing fruit chunks) So is it bad that I'm still giggling at the thought of them tearing around the side of their house???