One morning way back in ninth grade during the bus ride to school we passed a nasty crash right outside the house of a girl that used to ride the same bus. She was a year older. I didn't see the actual crash. When we got to school we were informed that she had passed away in that crash. It was a pretty horrifying sight.

I myself have been involved in two accidents of sorts. In one, I was making a right turn off of the highway. I had completed the turn and was starting to accelerate again when sudenly there was a large crash and jolt and before I knew it, I was facing the other direction in the middle of the road. It turns out that some moron was speeding behind me. He was going too fast and was too close to be able to slow down to avoid hitting me. For some reason he thought I was going to make a left turn so he dived right to miss me. However, it ended up that he dived where I ended up going. I'm going to draw a crude diagram in MS Paint to show you exactly how stupid it was that I got hit in such a fashion.



The blue box is my car. The red line is the path that the guy took to hit me. Anyway, I heard him tell the police three different excuses. The first one was that I was signalling to go left. That is absurd. I wouldn't do that. Then he said that my brake lights and turn signals were covered with snow and he coudn't see them. I thought he saw me signalling to turn left, though? The cop told him that it didn't matter if I didn't have lights at all, he still has to keep enough distance so as to not hit me. Then he started saying that his brakes failed. Sure.

My second accident happened less than a quarter mile down the same road. I was probably doing 65 and a deer ran out in front of me. I slammed on the brakes and locked up the wheels. Doing this made me lose control of where the car was going and it entered the ditch and rolled over once. That sucked. Dad was pretty mad.