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.