Ha!
Another 1950's kid--you DO understand!
Man, what is it about those cars?
When I was, maybe, four, my parents brought my big sister and I to the funeral and burial of one of their friends.
At the cemetery, they left my 10-year-old sister in charge of me in the car, while they walked to the gravesite.
After about two minutes, I had pressed the P, R, L, D, and R buttons at the same time on the dash. (If there was a 2 button, I know I pressed that one too.)
My sister had not noticed as she read her comic.
Needless to say, the car would not start.
Even at that young age, I remember trying to expain to my father the design flaw of being able to ask the car to be in all gears of the tranny at once...