We called it the raspberry because it was a similar colour and it looked and drove like one. Ovals everywhere. Who designed this thing?
Anyways, I remember it for one particular reason. My mom always drove my sister and me to school every morning, but I can tell she was often not always present in her mind. Our garage was electric, but we didn't have a remote for it so the only way to close it was by using the button on the inside wall. That meant that you either had to go through the house and out the front door or press the button and dive under the door as it closed like Indiana Jones. Since we all watched lots of Indy, the latter choice was obviously the better one.
So one time, as my sister is closing the door, my mother takes off to school. Bear in mind that I'm about 5 and my sister is about 9. What follows is a conversation that I will never forget.
Mom; "Is the garage door closed?"
Me: "Who are you talking to, Mommy?"
Mom; "Your sister."
Me: "She's not here."
Mom: "Don't be ridiculous."
Her dismissiveness disappeared when we got to school and she realized that I was being serious. My sister then arrived not too long after (it's a very short distance to school that we can easily walk, but mom doesn't want to since she's alone with two kids crossing a busy street). She angrily explained that she had tried throwing her shoe at us and then had to walk to get it.
Best part? That was the day she was accompanying her on a school trip she would be supervising.