Thursday, March 12, 2009
EVER BEEN SCARED?
I post on the V-Formation blog as well as on this blog and today was my day to post. (Actually I posted last night since I knew I'd be short on time today.) Go over there and read my blog, then come back here and tell me of a time when you were scared--or leave a comment there sharing a scary experience you had and I'll include your comment in my contest for my first half of March contest. If you've already entered, this is a chance to get an additional chance at winning.
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Ooh, I used to work at the airport driving around on the tarmac. Let me tell ya, that was the biggest safety push - don't drive behind a plane when it's engines are on. They actually showed us a video in training of a plane engine literally blowing a truck to pieces.
Anyway, I am always scared driving in snow. I think that fear has heightened since I had a narrow miss of death driving in a blizzard. What happened is a car was tailing me pretty close (in a blizzard - come on people!), so I was nervous and going too fast. I didn't want to put on my brakes for fear that the car would hit me, but then my exit came and I wasn't going slow enough. So when I tried to brake in the turn lane my car did a half donut. I was facing the on-coming traffic. One car luckily changed lanes and swerved around me, and there was a semi in the other lane. I just had to quickly drive onto the median and turn around to get onto my street. I have never been so scared in my life, and since I am very nervous to drive in the snow.
Sorry if that was really long.
The other times of great fear is when my child has run into the street and I didn't think the cars were going to see him in time to stop. I am ever so grateful that they did stop.
Three of us high schoolers were driving to Yellowstone for a long weekend. I asleep in the back when the car started fishtailing in gravel. My friend stomped on her brakes which made it worse and we started spinning. On a narrow road. In the canyon. The car went over the edge of the road and we rolled down the hill 5-6 times before landing upright. Amazingly, none of us were injured except for a few scrapes and bruises...
Ironically, my scariest moment is almost exactly what Amy said in her post...(and I didn't even read her post until after I'd written mine!)
When I was 6 years old, my family was on a trip (I have no idea what city) and we stopped at a McDonalds. After we ate, the 6 of us kids were playing tag on the playground. It was one of those old wooden playgrounds and it had a barrel you could crawl in. I crawled into the barrel and remember being so proud of myself for finding a place where they wouldn't get me. I didn't feel like I was in there for very long, but I guess I was because the next thing I knew I was looking out the barrel and I saw our van at the red light. My family had left me! I was terrified. I hadn't been taught what to do if left behind (or maybe I had been and had forgotten in the moment), so in a panic I went running after them. They were no longer parked at the intersection, though; they had gone on through the light and I plowed on straight across the intersection. I have absolutely no recollection of actually running across the intersection (a busy one, too, I've been told), but I remember quite vividly running through the median after our van (that was a good ways away by now) and the yellow VW bug that slammed on its breaks and the woman who got out and held me while my parents (who had realized I was not with them due to a prompting my dad had received)turned around and came back to get me. It was scary at the time, but it is more scary to me now as I imagine my 6 year-old niece or nephew doing something similar. On the way home that day my family sang "Families Can Be Together Forever" and every time I sing that song (21 years later)I still think about that day.
Amy, Taffy, Crystal, your stories really impressed me. All three of your stories involved cars and reminded me of a scary drive in the fog and of a time when my brakes failed when I was going too fast to make a turn onto a bridge across the Snake River and came within inches of going into the river. Thanks for sharing your experiences.
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