| My scariest time was at five years old. My brother and I were struck by a car. Dad's baseball team was playing in Ferris. Crossing the street, he fell down in front of a car. The car stopped to let us pass. The driver hit my brother, dragging him ten feet on the gravel. The driver could not see him. It scraped my arm and hit my head. He went to the hospital by ambulance. My older brother and I went to the Fleeman's house. I was scared, I could not sleep. Later, our grandparents came and got us. I was hurt psychologically and my brother has lots of scars. |
