Ok well here goes:

The first time my mother took me on a bus as a small small child we made it 4 blocks before the bus stopped and a really large, really dark skinned African American woman stepped on the bus.

Being a white young sheltered child in the 60's, I freaked out and started screaming that a gorilla just got on the bus and was gonna kill us! The lady understandably was upset, which just freaked me out more... things... escalated. The Bus driver eventually had to stop the bus and let my mother and I off. For a long time after I actually thought a gorilla went on to kill all the other passengers on that bus and my mother saved us.

It wasn't until years later when my mom told the story of how her stupid kid almost started a riot that I realized how dumb I was as a child.