My little brother got his first car before me. My dad bought him one of those child-sized Jeeps. I was so jealous.
It was the summer before 4th grade would start for me. My whole family: me, my sister, my brother, my mom and dad were all out in our new front yard enjoying the sun!
I decided to take the Jeep for a spin but of course, my little brother (6 yrs younger than me) wanted to tag along. Since the Jeep was his, I had to bring him. And even if it had been mine, my parents still probably would’ve made me bring him.
So, I let him sit on the seat and I sat behind him with my legs on each side of him. I was still able to reach the pedals and do the steering.
We drove the Jeep just down the street and I wanted to back out of a driveway how my mom and dad did every time out of ours.
I drove up someone else’s driveway, a house just around the corner from ours and I put the Jeep in reverse and attempted to back out… but I was way heavier than my little brother. I was sitting on the back, not in a proper seat and me, my brother, and the Jeep tumbled backwards. The Jeep almost flew over us but I kicked it up with my legs.
My brother hit his head just a little bit but I saved his fall. He wasn’t bleeding anywhere but I’m sure there was a bump. He was definitely crying, though. And my left elbow was ripped up and bleeding bad. I did not want my parents to hear him crying. I asked if he was okay and if he would please stop crying, that I’d let him drive the Jeep and I would just run alongside him. He stopped crying and we drove around the neighborhood a bit before heading home.
I didn’t tell my parents about the fall because I didn’t want to get in trouble. They asked about my elbow and I told them I fell while running.
I have only two scars on my body. This accident is the reason for the one on my left elbow.
(Challenge #2 / Day #10)