I've been thinking of writing an autobiography or memoir but it just never comes together for me but I figured if I write one story at a time and post it on my blog maybe once a month, I can do that. Maybe one day I'll pull all the stories together and put them in a book but for now I'll just share some stories with you about my childhood and into adulthood. Some of the stories will be happy, some sad and some horrific because that was my childhood. But they will all be real, things that actually happened. If it seems like something that people enjoy reading maybe I'll keep it going. These stories will not be in any kind of order, I'll just write them as they come to me.
Kimberly
When I was 5 years old there was a little girl named Kimberly that lived right next door to me. We were best friends and she was the same age I was. My house had a fenced in yard so her mother used to let her come over and play in my yard with me. The street we lived on was a main, busy street right across the street from a park. My brother and I always wanted to go to the park but my mom never let us cross the street by ourselves because there was always so much traffic on the street.
One day I was playing in my yard and I saw Kimberly crossing the street by herself to get to the park. In an instant, she was hit by a large, red pickup truck. I remember hearing the squealing of the tires as the truck stopped but the truck hit her before it could stop. We lived by the fire station, it was only about 3 houses down the street and I remember this guy yelling for someone to go down there. He ended up running down to the fire department himself.
All that time, I remember just standing in my front yard. Not yelling, not crying, not turning around and running to get my mom. I just stood there at the fence line waiting for my friend to get back up. But she never did. My mom and Kimberly's parents didn't even know anything happened until the fire truck pulled up in front of our houses and had their siren on for a minute.
I remember seeing Kimberly's mom run out of her house next door screaming and crying and then my mom came outside and came to the fence line with me and asked me what happened. But I just stood there. I remember wanting to talk, wanting to move but I couldn't. It wasn't until my mom picked me up and put me in the house with my brother that I started crying. I know my mom went back outside and came back home a few minutes later. My mom called her mother because I still wasn't talking. I just sat in the rocking chair in my room and cried. I wasn't sure what happened to Kimberly but I heard my mom tell my grandma on the phone that she had died when the truck hit her. I remember not really understanding what that meant but I knew that my friend was hurt and I was upset by what I saw.
Kimberly's parents moved away soon after that.
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