Week 6 - Did you have any traumatic experiences in your youth?

I've already written about one of my traumatic experiences in one of the previous weeks when Amy's friend's Doberman Pinscher chased me down and bit my bum. I've also written about cutting my hand with the hatchet and the lawn mower. I can't really think of any others right off, but maybe some will come as I write.

I had an experience one night shortly after I got my driver's license. As I remember it, I was headed up to a Roy High basketball game with my friend Tim Ashby. We were in my little white Chevy Nova. As we drove down the road chatting I was flipping radio stations trying to find some nice catchy tune. In the middle of my search, we met a huge bang, crash, boom and a jerking spin motion that spun us half-way around and into the middle of the street. We really couldn't tell that anything had happened to the car, so we tried to put the car back into gear to get out of the way of some cars that were coming down the road. We got the car into gear, but nothing happened. We tried again, and nothing. So, we got out of the car and walked around to find that something was wrong with the front wheels. We also noticed a semi-mangled flat-bed trailer parked on the side of the road. It turns out that we hit the wheel hub of the parked trailer just barely with my wheel enough to catch and break the front axle of the car.

Somehow, Dad got called and he came up to help us out. All I remember is that he sent Tim and I on our way with his car keys and told me we'd take care of it after the night was over. He told me to enjoy the game and to get my mind off of the accident. I learned a lot about how much my Dad loved me that night. He didn't show any worry about the car or the accident. He was worried about me. The night was pretty traumatic for me, but it could have been much more traumatic. Dad tempered that for me so much.