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SethGreene531 · M
Heard the tires, then the boom. Many times over my life. It's sickening, unmistakable.
My friend was hit by a large Cadillac when we were 7, riding our bikes. I was oblivious till I heard the roar of rubber on asphalt. Then the bang.
He'd been 2 seconds behind me as we cut across a busy road.
We were warned to look twice.
My last memory was the woman on her porch with her hands over her mouth, the first fire truck appearing in the distance.
And this child's mind trying to assimilate the scene before him, wondering why his friend lay so still.
I've blanked the rest to this day.
Tangled in the wreckage of his bicycle, windshield shattered from the head blow, unconscious; he'd be lucky if he lived.
But 2 weeks later my friend was standing at my door, asking me to come out and play.
My friend was hit by a large Cadillac when we were 7, riding our bikes. I was oblivious till I heard the roar of rubber on asphalt. Then the bang.
He'd been 2 seconds behind me as we cut across a busy road.
We were warned to look twice.
My last memory was the woman on her porch with her hands over her mouth, the first fire truck appearing in the distance.
And this child's mind trying to assimilate the scene before him, wondering why his friend lay so still.
I've blanked the rest to this day.
Tangled in the wreckage of his bicycle, windshield shattered from the head blow, unconscious; he'd be lucky if he lived.
But 2 weeks later my friend was standing at my door, asking me to come out and play.