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When I was about 3 or 4 years old and riding in the car with my dad, I used to like to walk around the back seat area and jump on the seats. In order to keep me still, he made me stand behind him and put my hands on his shoulders. Of course, I chattered a mile a minute into the poor man's ear, but he preferred that to watching me bounce all over the place. :)