More than I can begin to list... The first time I experienced any childhood trauma was when I was five years old. My family had this neighbor with two children, Jessica and Jeremy. Jeremy was a teenage kid who'd just gotten his Driver's License, and had a pick-up truck. Long story short: He ran me over. Not a single broken bone, but I did have to learn to walk on my left leg again. That accident scared me away from wanting to get my own Driver's License until I was 22 years old. I was so terrified at the thought that I'd end up doing something similar. I mean, that's got to be one of the worst things that can happen when you are a driver: Running over someone's child or their beloved pet. But because I decided to wait, it helped me feel much better in the long-run. I wanted to make sure I was fully prepared for the responsibility.
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