Asides from the usual stuff such as not seeing cars until the latest moment, one incident sticks out particularly. We were holidaying in Caen and my dad was having fun trying to navigate the city in the car. Unwittingly, he drove across a train track not more than a second before a train went past, approaching from the side me and my mother were sat on. To this day he can't remember it (I don't think he was even aware at the time) which is a tad upsetting considering how close his stupidity came to ensuring the certain deaths of his wife and child.