Finger to the Moon

I remember one night I was in the backseat of my dad's car, the Lexus that he has right now, and I wondered what would happen if I tried to put the automatic window up when my finger was in the way.  It was after a hockey game at CN Skate; I don't remember who else was on my team then or if we won or lost, but probably we won because I was in a fine mood.  I forget if I was sitting on the passenger side or not, as well.  But I put the window down an inch or so, put my finger right on top of the window's edge, and pushed the button to have the window go up.  A moment later I remember a strike of pain coursing through my entire body, starting in my stomach as much as in my finger, and I immediately put the window down and pulled my pulsing finger out.  I don't think I said anything to anyone about it, but I was afraid maybe I had really hurt something.  This was in sixth grade, which I remember because I had to keep a journal of the phases of the moon for Mr. Smeins's science class, and I looked at the moon afterward to see what it looked like that night.

Peace out.