I heard about the awesome blogger PurpleMist having a guest post series so I thought “Hey why not guest post?!”
So, the topic I chose is A Brush With Death.
My brush with death was back in grade… *thinks* grade one or two. Or three. I don’t think it was four. One or two. Or three.
You’d think I’d be able to remember my brush with death, right?
Nah. I can barely remember what I ate last night for dinner.
Anyways, it was after school. My dad had come to pick me up. Which was a special treat because he didn’t do it often. Now, for some odd reason, he started chatting with the principal.
I didn’t want to hang around and wait. So, I said I was going to the van. But I guess my dad didn’t hear me. Because when he starts talking, he never stops. And he gets all animated and stuff.
So, I just walked across the street like I owned it. Then, I saw the car. Me, being the genius that I was, hadn't looked both ways like a normal person. So, I was stuck in the middle, not knowing which direction to go. Back to my dad? Or continue on to the van?
Well, this took me about a decade to decide. And just as I decided to go back to my dad, the car hit my ankle. Because I had just turned to run back, so my foot was still sticking out. The car hit it, I tripped and the car ran over my ankle.
Yeah, that felt nice.
I had to get a cast and whatnot.
So, basically, that was my brush with death. Okay, so it wasn’t really a brush with death. That’s kind of dramatic. But still. It felt like a brush with death at the time.
I enjoyed staying home and getting “Get Well Soon” cards though. That was nice.
With the stick figure drawings inside and stuff.
Byee! Thanks for reading! :D <3
Hahaha, this made me laugh even though it was supposed to be about how she almost died/ got seriously injured :P
Thank you Jodie-Anne for this post!