Flashback Friday Accidents...

It is time to look back in our memory bank and see what we can come up with. This week we are remembering accidents and tickets as we were growing up. To get the complete prompt stop over by Linda’s at Mocha With Linda and make sure you link up so we can all enjoy your memories.

Looking back over my life I feel fortunate when it comes to accidents. While in my growing up years I was never involved in an accident, can’t really say that about tickets though. I kinda had a heavy foot, well let’s be honest no kinda about it. I even remember when we had Driver’s Ed and we had an errand to run in a neighboring town for the teacher. He had me drive cause he knew I could get us there and back and he could count it as class time even though we were doing his personal business. So hmmmm could I blame my heavy foot on him? lol.

I can’t remember exactly what was going on when I got them, yes I said them. I have a confession to make if my 3rd one would have been 2 weeks earlier my license would have been suspended for a year. I was around 18-19 when I got them. Mom and Dad never even knew about them till years later. I was paying my own insurance and working at the time. I remember asking the policeman how the radar system worked and he explained it to me. I was curious, you don’t know unless you ask. The funny thing about it when my friend and I went to Colorado the first night we were staying at a KOA campground, when I was signing in the same policeman was beside me registering and he remembered me. It was quite strange! I have gotten a few tickets in later years but have slowed down tremendously. I think my last one was about 8 years ago.

I have lost a very special friend, Randy Malloy, and a nephew, Justin Garret Beavers, in accidents, not memories I want to think about. I have been in a few accidents since I grew up. Nothing major, I think the worst one was when Janice was 6 weeks old and it broke my wrist and totaled my truck. I could not hold her or change her diaper or bathe her or dress her. It was so hard; I think I cried as much as she did. Her daddy was good though, he took care of her and would place her on the pillow in my arms, so I could hold her. It was a hard 6 weeks till I got the cast off.

I don’t remember ever wearing seat belts. It just was not something that was enforced back then.

Oh well I think that is about all for this week.  Be Safe!

until next time...nel