It snowed
my life
All this talk on tumblr right now about young kids and their intelligence (if you’ve missed it, congratulations) reminds me of one of my earliest memories. When I was about 5 years old, despite the fact that both my parents and my teachers had drilled road safety into my head constantly since the moment I was old enough to understand, I once let go of my parent’s hand and ducked into a road to retrieve a hat that had blown away. The car that could’ve hit me instead quickly performed an emergency stop – I still remember it jerking to a halt – and I was fine. (So was the hat, presumably.)
My parents were livid with relief and lectured me all through the rest of the day. I don’t think the car would’ve killed me, it was right in the middle of a small town where there’s a strict speed limit, but it probably would’ve broken a few bones/dished out some serious injuries. Kids just… don’t realise that stuff I guess. They think they’re invincible, or their minds don’t really make the connection between danger and actual injury. So kudos for having such fast reflexes, person who was driving the car, I’ll never meet you but well done