You know how people sometimes ask if you were dropped on your head as a young child? What... you mean I'm the only one that gets asked that? I can honestly answer 'yes' to this question. There are probably a lot of people from my generation that can answer 'yes' to this question... Why? There was no such thing as a car seat when we were babies, and if there was it certainly wasn't against the law to not use one.
My dad had a little car. Oh it was a hot car for sure. I would kill for one now. Sweet little VW Karman Ghia. Not exactly a family car now that I think about it.... which explains mom holding me in her lap in the front seat.
Big dog decided that crossing the street directly in front of this wee car was a good idea. I mean heck.. It's a little car. He probably felt he could take it on if push came to shove. He was right.
Little car hits big dog. Little car is stopped cold. Baby gets dropped on the floor of the car. Big dog gets up, shakes his fur around and walks off. Mom and dad get out of car and survey the damage.... Little car's front end is all squished. Little car gets towed away. They get a new car that is more suitable for a family. That probably hurt my dad. He likes pretty cars.
Honestly, I don't know how much of this story is true... Who knows what parents make up to entertain their kids.... I want this to be true though... I really really do.
Next time - Moving to Illinois
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