Each week, at least one child dies from heatstroke after being left alone in a car. So we decided to show adults how it feels...
I'm sorry. I know it's a little crowded.
It is! Did... All right.
If you can't make it and you wanna get out, press that button.
All right. Your 10 minutes starts...now!
Here's what happened.
I can do this.
Alaska, North Pole...
It is way too hot. Oh my God...Oh my God...
I wanna get out of here!!! I pushed the button!
Okay. Let's get you out of there.
So, not good?
No! It felt terrible.
I mean, I'm not claustrophobic, but I needed to get out.
That was one of the worst things I've ever gone through in my life.
I felt like a pot of pasta.
It seems fine at first, but, like, once that door closed, like, almost immediately, like, it gets really hot and, like, the air flow becomes almost depressive.
I felt claustrophobic. Like, I...I...I felt like I couldn't breathe.
How long is it?
Seven, that's it?
It felt like so much longer than that.
How do you feel about it when a parent might be leaving their kid in there for just a few minutes in the middle of the summer?
Are you kidding me? No, not at all!
That's scary stuff.
I think, to myself, like...I couldn't take it.
I could press the button. They couldn't press the button. They'd just be sitting in there—desperate.
I can only imagine how a child or a baby would feel in there, just waiting for someone to come and get them.
Forgetting once is regretting forever.