This happened back in high school soon after I got my drivers license, around age 17 or so.
It was a brutally cold night. I was at a family friend’s house to drop something off. The ground was covered in a thick layer of snow, but the roads were driveable—except for their driveway. It sloped downwards at a sharp angle and was caked in ice.
I tried to back out of the driveway, but got stuck on the part where it met the street. My wheels spun helplessly and I could not move my car to save my life. I thought that the ice was too slick for the tires to get a grip. A couple friendly neighbors saw me struggling to get out of the driveway and tried to push the car out into the street while I pumped the accelerator. But it was no use. My car was stuck.
I looked down at the center console and saw something that made my face shrivel up.
My parking brake was on.
I was desperately trying to get out of this ice-caked driveway, thinking that my wheels were spinning because it was too slick, but no, it was because I forgot to turn off my parking brake.
I deactivated the brake without telling the helpful neighbors what was really going on. I tapped the accelerator once and my car smoothly glided out into the road. I thanked them and went on my way.
I let the neighbors think that they helped me out of the ice. I drove away cringing, but thankful they hadn’t noticed that my parking brake was on the entire time.
most things i've done to impress friends, but in particular this one time i jumped up on a pile of pallets behind the market that caved beneath me immediately, and on the way down i got three massive scratches on my back from the nails that left scars. thank god for tetanus shots!