A crappy attitude and an old story

I woke up this morning in a fowl mood... Even church didn't remedy it. We ended up taking a nap and I woke up with a different feeling, a sad/depressed feeling. Things just aren't as I hoped they'd be and I guess that's what's getting me. Anyway, while I sitting on the back porch waiting for the dogs to finish their business a song from my past popped into my head. Give it a listen. It's an "oldy".

So anyway this song has always, always reminded me of a sort of traumatic event in my very early life. Some of you may or may not know, but when I was around 4 (I don't know the exact age but late toddler) I was run over by a truck. I used to tell people about it occasionally but people always looked at me like I was lying. 

So here is the story, my brother and I were in the little blue Nissan truck waiting for my mom to come outside and take Greg (my brother) to his baseball game. I was wearing my favorite white jeans with multicolored stripes, very 80's, when Greg started tickling me. I'm was very ticklish back then and we knocked the truck out of gear. The next events that happened are kind of like snap shots, we quickly got out of the truck because it started rolling down the driveway. Worried about the truck and getting in trouble Greg and I decided we'd stop the truck. He rain behind and I stayed by the open door and we started pushing... Pretty amazingly we stopped it but not totally and then the next thing I know I'm on the ground, and the tire is on my pant leg, then the next thing is the tire on my abdomen, Greg ran screaming into the house of my mom and I remember thinking we are in so much trouble. I wasn't in pain, I wasn't crying, I was just lying there with a f*ing blue Nissan truck on me. My mom came out, screamed and pushed the truck off me. I tired to get up and run, as that's some sort of fight or flight thing that I still haven't been able to kick, and sadly I fell down and from that second on things got REALLY scary. She told me I couldn't move and the next thing I remember is the EMTs talking to me, cutting my favorite pants off and all the people on our street crowding around the ambulance the "scene". I was embarrassed and scared and they literally taped me to the stretcher, I remember my hair being pulled when they applied it. My next snap of memory is in the back of the ambulance going over the causeway and hearing the sounds of the sirens. I'm sure I was crying but I can't remember that, I don't even remember who was with me in the ambulance although I'm sure it was my mom. Finally, I remember being at the hospital, in the ER in the bed. My mom, dad and oldest brother, Jack was there. The dr. said I was fine, he then pushed on my pelvis a bit and I went home. Seriously, nothing was wrong. I don't know how, I don't know why but a truck rolled over me, stopped on my abdomen like parking spot and I went home without a scratch. We ended up giving or selling, the light blue Nissan to my maternal grandfather and I always stayed far away from it but I wasn't really scared, I just didn't trust it. I wish I could find a picture for you all to see because it's clear as day in my memory.

So why am I blogging about this? I guess because that song crept back into my head. I'm not sure why but I attached the song and the memory together and when I thought of it, it made me feel even a bit sadder than I had before. Kind of weird. So that is it. Just needed to share. You know, I really do love the Shirelles, my love for the oldies sometimes makes me question the whole reincarnation bit but that my friends is a post for another day.