november 13, 1987
the flashing lights of the police cars and fire trucks.
the uncomfortableness of the backboard and neck brace.
riding in the ambulance with dad and matt.
the bright lights of the carport shining in my eyes when they carried me into the hospital.
aunt pearline holding my hand when they pulled medical tape (it hurt) off of my uninjured forehead.
both of dad's hands in casts.
mom's bloody face from the shattered windshield.
4 comments:
I don't remember this.
Oh, and I about had a heart attack cause I missed the 1987 thing. I thought I missed something major!
well if I was only three.... you were way to young to remember. :)
what happened?
anonymous... my dad blogged the whole story... :)
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