My dad didn't want to bath because of Jaws, and I didn't want to because of this movie...

This was definitely the first "scary/dramatic" movie I had ever seen. I was in middle school and ever since, I rarely take a bath. Ugh. It still gives me the chills.

Unless you're taking one small vehicle (pretty much anything that isn't a bus), road trips aren't worth it.

Okay so this was my junior year in high school and I was on a mission trip with my church. And our mode of transportation was a paratransit mini-bus. Yeah, we drove that the entire way. On the way back, however, the bus broke down in the middle-of-nowhere Utah. So then, we had to take a taxi in groups of four 25 miles away to the Greyhound station...at 2AM...we boarded the next Greyhound charter and then had to make consequent stops in Cheyenne and Omaha...completely going out of our way. And sitting next to incredibly random people. The return trip took three days without actual sleep or showers. It was terrible.

On another note, before my senior year in high school, my marching band drove all the way from Sioux Falls, SD to New York City...32 hours straight. Also miserable.