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CAR ACCIDENTS
My First Car Accident
I Can Barely Remember It
I was little…less than six years old… and my Mum was driving. My Dad didn’t live with us much as he was working in Sydney. We were driving over the railway bridge at Yeerongpilly to visit a friend who had a house with an attic — weird the things we remember — when we ran into another car at the T-junction as we were coming off the bridge. That’s all I remember.
It wasn’t until years later when a chiropractor working on my neck questioned, “ You were in a car accident when you were younger?” that I remembered this.
I do remember my Dad running over my foot in the driveway of our house, and once I fell out of the car (the back door mustn’t have been shut properly), but I can’t remember if these were two separate incidents of if I fell out of the car and the car then ran over my foot. Memories can be strange and confused.
This story was inspired by Pene Hodge and Barb Dalton 🇺🇦 and Karen Schwartz writing about their motorcycle and car accidents. Maybe I’ll write about some of the more interesting car accidents I’ve had and lived to tell the tale.
