I was only five, but I can remember it like it was yesterday down to the last detail. I remember the clothes I was wearing, the terrible sounds that it made, the screams and cries.
We were on a trip across the country (Canada).
My mom was driving the whole family out to British Columbia to visit my Grandma. She had lost my dad to a heart attack a couple of years before. I barely remember him. The trip would take several days. I don’t remember much about the trip except the mountains and a zoo we visited. Travelling with us were my two brothers, two sisters, and my sister‘s husband and my mom. I was the youngest. My brother closest to my age was nine years older than me.
I was asleep when it happened. Apparently my mom lost control on the gravel shoulder going at a high speed. I woke up to the sound of dishes breaking, metal bending, and screaming. The sound was indescribable. Everything was spinning as my head was bouncing from one side of the van to another. No one was wearing seat belts. I lost consciousness.
I woke up on the highway and stood up. (I had been thrown out of the van) I looked down at my body and was covered in blood. I remember being confused because I couldn’t feel anything except that my chin hurt. I was upset because my shoes were missing. I looked over and saw one of my sisters sitting in the ditch with blood all over her white blouse. She was crying. I went to her. She held me. I remember a blond lady in a red sports car stopping and running over to us. She told us to sit in her car until help arrived.
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We rode to the hospital in a police car. My brother was making a terrible gasping sound in the back seat. I think he had punctured his lung. Also with us was my brother in law and my sister. We didn’t go to the hospital in an ambulance because of the other more serious injuries.
At the hospital I remember being put on a gurney and my clothes being cut from my body. I hated the feeling of feeling so exposed and naked in front of so many people. I was only 5 but I remember this bothering me. My injuries were terrible road rash covering most of my face and my torso. A big chunk of flesh was torn out of my leg, and my chin was slashed. I sustained the least of the injuries among the other six members of my family with the exception of one brother who wasn’t injured badly.
I lost my mom and one of my sisters. My mom died instantly and my sister survived for two days before she passed away. Since I was now an orphan I was sent to guardians that my mom had decided would be best suited to raise me. (She was sadly mistaken in that area, but that is another story) My sisters and brothers were all old enough to decide where they wanted to live. They stayed with me for a short while, and all went their separate ways. Unfortunately they didn’t remain in contact with me and moved across the country.
So, that one day drastically changed my life. If it hadn’t happened, I would have had a completely different life with my family. Instead I was raised by people who ended up abusing me. I am lucky I turned out relatively sane. ( Lol ) I would like to think that it all has made me a stronger person. I can’t change anything, but that doesn’t stop me from sometimes wishing things had been different. But then I wouldn’t be where I am now, with the man I am with and the children I have. So where I am now, I am happy with.
