When I was just a little bigger than that little tot, my folks had a 1948 Ford sedan (I can still remember the musty smell of those Mohair seats). No one had kiddie seats back then, and as we backed out of the driveway and swung around onto our road the passenger door I was leaning against swung open spilling me out onto the lawn. I was not hurt, but that really shook my mom up. That was back when the door latches looked like a door latch in your house. Not as safe as today, for sure.