This happened almost twenty five years ago. It was summer time and John was at work in Asheville (back then he owned a power equipment store.) The boys and I had gone shopping and I had gotten a fair amount of birdseed and dogfood and such that would have to be put in the basement.
So I drove our jeep through the front yard and up the narrow grassy strip that led to the basement door -- a maneuver I'd performed without incident in the past. Only this time, trying to stay well away from the lower side of the road that dropped away rather sharply, I managed to drive the jeep's two left tires up on the bank on the upper side of the road and the vehicle began to tilt-- perilously, it seemed to me.
"Then as I got closer, I saw that the car was still there and you were still there. . . and they were eating popcorn."