Yesterday I remembered a dangerous crosswalk I had to cross when I was in about 3rd or 4th grade. It was located at the top of a hill that had a speed limit of 45 mph. But I was lucky, my crossing guard took his job serious. He was an older gentleman, it's hard to gauge his age because as a child, even someone who is thirty looks old, but I would say he was at least 65.
I remember it like yesterday. An older couple was in a large red car, maybe a Monte Carlo, something about that size. They had stopped, and the ever watchful Crossing Guard waved for me to cross. I started across and was passing by the older couple, when the Crossing Guard yelled at me to get back, while simultaneously moving toward me. He shoved me just as a truck, full of teenagers, who sadly were not paying attention, slammed into the Monte Carlo, the Monte Carlo clipped the Crossing Guard and flew forward, and I safely fell backwards, the car just missing me.
The look of horror on the teenagers face haunts me, and I am sure it changed their driving habits. The crossing guard split his head open, and the driver of the large car was hurt. I stood up, a bit shaken, and simply watched as the police came, an abulance came, and the children were lectured, though no words compared to what they were feeling. The driver kept looking over at me, and to this day, I am not only grateful for the crossing guard, but I am grateful I wasn't hit for that teenage driver, I have seen a child hit by a car before, and it isn't pretty.
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