Back in first grade was the day when this occurred, I was probably... six at the time.

So, a few friends and I were on the big yellow contraption known as a "School Bus" (reminds me of a tin can actually), and as we were headed to the school one morning, a truck going a bit over the limit whizzed by. As it flew by it ripped the side mirror contraption off of the bus and the pieces flew down the street.

I was sitting up front so I got to see it more clearly, well the driver said some... words and probably wished to have a Rocket launcher. I simply looked at where the mirror(s) used to be, and then we all cheered.