Kid's doing damage to automotive sheet metal is not really a new phenomenon. I recently included the following story in my autobiography that I'm putting together for my children. Sorry if anyone is offended by the God talk. I considered removing it but it was part of the whole story so I left it in.
In the summer of 1965 I was at an old fashioned camp meeting in Ainsworth, Nebraska. As I lazied about, talking with friends the kids played a wild game of tag. As my four-year-old, Scott, fled from one of his pursuers he ran hard into the side of my 1964 Ford Galaxie 500, putting a good sized dent in the left rear door. As the kids were catching their breaths I inspected the damage and decided I could probably repair it by closing all the car windows and then slamming the door really hard, the underlying theory being, the sudden increased air pressure would pop out the dent, and it worked that day. However, I had failed to check the kids positions before I carried out my brilliant plan. Unbeknownst to me Scott had moved, placing his hand in the open door cavity, and when I slammed the door his fingers were trapped in the door. I was sickened by what I'd done and as I held his arm and opened the door to release his hand I truly thought I would see his little fingers amputated by the door. Much to my relief, the fingers were still intact and with me carefully cradling his hand in mine, my wife and and a dear friend joined me in praying an earnest prayer that God would heal Scott's damaged hand. Upon finishing our prayer, I released his hand. He said it didn't hurt anymore and ran off to resume his play! The only after-effect was a rather pronounced diagonal bruise across his fingers where the door had closed on them. There have never been any problems with his hand since that day (he's been a cop for twenty-five years).
Gene
In the summer of 1965 I was at an old fashioned camp meeting in Ainsworth, Nebraska. As I lazied about, talking with friends the kids played a wild game of tag. As my four-year-old, Scott, fled from one of his pursuers he ran hard into the side of my 1964 Ford Galaxie 500, putting a good sized dent in the left rear door. As the kids were catching their breaths I inspected the damage and decided I could probably repair it by closing all the car windows and then slamming the door really hard, the underlying theory being, the sudden increased air pressure would pop out the dent, and it worked that day. However, I had failed to check the kids positions before I carried out my brilliant plan. Unbeknownst to me Scott had moved, placing his hand in the open door cavity, and when I slammed the door his fingers were trapped in the door. I was sickened by what I'd done and as I held his arm and opened the door to release his hand I truly thought I would see his little fingers amputated by the door. Much to my relief, the fingers were still intact and with me carefully cradling his hand in mine, my wife and and a dear friend joined me in praying an earnest prayer that God would heal Scott's damaged hand. Upon finishing our prayer, I released his hand. He said it didn't hurt anymore and ran off to resume his play! The only after-effect was a rather pronounced diagonal bruise across his fingers where the door had closed on them. There have never been any problems with his hand since that day (he's been a cop for twenty-five years).
Gene