The other day, my dad and I were in the truck going up a road that we had been on many times when I was 2-3 years old. When I was that age, my dad took a corner too close to the edge and slapped a mirror on a reflector. The loud SMACK! and glass flying off scared the crap out of me as a toddler, and I remember it quite vividly.
Well, a few days ago while we were headed out camping, about thirty miles from that corner on the same road, my dad was distracted by something while crossing an old bridge with a concrete railing. We had just been talking about the mirror incident that happened long ago. Of course he drifted too close to the right side, and just as I yelled for him to watch the road, WHACK! There went the mirror.
The only two mirrors he lost were within 30 miles of each other, on the same road and I was there both times.