On Driving

There was a car accident once, about seven years ago. 

 I was in the backseat and I ’ll never forget the force of the crash.  Or the way I was tossed around.

I’ll never forget the screams, or the way the car spun, or the moment I looked down at my body and realized I was hurt.

And then there was the ambulance.  And the five days in the hospital.  And the surgery.  And the six inch scar.