When I was a little girl of about six, our family was driving from New Mexico to California to go to Disney. My sisters, ranging from 8 years to two years old were sprawled in the back of our station wagon. As we travelled through Arizona, I was noticing loose socks that were blowing around outside.
Then I saw someone's undies and said something to my mother. She hollered at my dad to stop the car.
He had packed our suitcases on top of the car and tied them down with cord. Evidently the cord has come loose and a suitcase flew open. Undies and socks and little girls' shorts were strewn all over the highway. Several cars stopped to help pick everything up. Everyone was laughing, except my mom. I guess she was embarrassed by the whole thing. She had my dad build a wooden storage thing to put on top of the car to hold the suitcases so that never happened again. I just remembered how everyone stopped to help us gather everything up again.