Age 11 6th Grade: Jenny Got Ran Over by Her Grandma

This is the 8th post in a 12 week series joining
Mommy’s Piggy Tales to record my youth!

6th Grade
Jenny Got Ran Over by her Grandma

In 1990 I entered the 6th Grade and turned 11 years old. This was actually a pretty big year for me, but I wouldn’t realize it until adulthood. I started ballet, met one of my best friends in the world, started getting insanely boy crazy, started writing a lot, and felt God calling me into youth ministry. I was much more used to the Middle School now although I always got nervous in the beginning because there were many new teachers. Once again I had some trouble with my locker and had to carry all of my books around in a back pack everywhere that I went.

One day after school was out I walked outside where my maternal Grandma was waiting in the car to drive my sister and I home. My sister was already in the front seat and I could see that she and my Grandma were having a fight. I got to the car and opened the back door. My back pack was so heavy because I was carrying all of my books with me that I had to toss it into the car first. Before I could even get into the car my Grandmother drove off! She’s down the block with the back door wide open and I’m standing on the sidewalk screaming “Grandma!”. That’s not the worst of it. When she drove away…she ran over my foot with the car! Yep. Kids were standing around laughing and making fun of me, but I didn’t care. I was a little preoccupied with the fact that my Grandma just ran over my foot and then drove away and left me there!

I don’t remember how long it took her to come back around for me, or what made her realize that I wasn’t in the car (I don’t think she made it any further than the stop sign…and I think I even walked over to the stop sign and got into the car). The story that I heard was that my sister was upset for some reason and said that as soon as I got into the car that she was going to jump out of the car. When I tossed my heavy book bag into the back seat, my Grandma thought that it was me getting into the car (since her eyes were on my sister and she felt a “thud”), and she sped off in hopes that Jess wouldn’t jump out of the car. None of us remember why Jess was upset and wanted to get out of the car, but I know that I’ll never forget being run over by my Grandma in front of half of the school!

Don’t worry, it didn’t really hurt that bad and my foot was fine by the next day.

Just for the fun of it, although it’s completed unrelated to being mowed down by one’s own grandmother ;), here is a watercolor painting that I made while in FL that July. I’ve never been much of a painter, but I’ve always liked this picture.

My Piggy Tales:
*My Birth Story: I’m always late!
*Ages 3-5: Dancing in a box
*Age 6 First Grade: There’s a bra in my lunchbox!
*Age 7 Second Grade: Bossy Wheels and Shady Deals
*Age 8 Third Grade: I will not talk in class
*Age 9 Fourth Grade: I didn’t really need those fingers anyway!
*Age 10 5th Grade: Nothing’s Scary in the Fifth Grade
*Age 11 6th Grade: Jenny Got Ran Over by her Grandma
*Age 12 7th Grade: Youth Camp Stinks
*Age 13 8th Grade: “Talent” Show
*Age 14 9th Grade: (N)O Christmas Tree
*Age 15 10th Grade: The Newsboys Wouldn’t Ditch Their Friends
*Age 16 11th Grade: Acrophobia Gets You the Good Seats
*Age 17 12th Grade: In School Suspension

My Young Adult Years
*Dreams and Aspirations: The Long Road There
*Friends and Fellowship: Friends Don’t Get Friends Grounded
*My First Job
*How I Met Cool Daddy Part 1
*How I Met Cool Daddy Part 2
*Colonel Mustard on a Rollercoaster with a Plastic Fork

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Posted on January 4, 2011, in Flashbacks, Jenn, Mommy's Piggy Tales and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. 1990 I was in the 5th grade and my homeroom teacher was Mrs. Angle. Do you remember her?


    • Yes! Mrs. Angle was my English teacher in 5th Grade. I don’t remember too much about her class, but for some reason I can still remember where I sat and that I had her class for 8th period (I think).


  2. Amazing the things that make impressions on us….in your case, literally!


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