I had a meeting with a windshield when I was 4 or 5. My thing was standing up in the front seat. Dad had to slam on the brakes. He tried to catch me but I went over his arm.
I wasn't likely to go crashing into a windshield, because up in the Panhandle in my young years, there wasn't much traffic. There STILL isn't much traffic once one gets past Guymon.