When I was eleven we were headed to my Grandmother's for Thanksgiving dinner. Mama had the radio on and we were singing Christmas songs because her favorite radio station had a tradition of playing Christmas Carols on Thanks giving Day.
We were singing "Winter Wonderland" when a heard a loud bang. Our front windshield exploded and spit glass all over my face and arms. Mama screamed as our car ran backwards off the road into a tree. "You all rright?" Mama whispered from a bloody lip. I think I said I was okay. I don't remember much else, except in front of us was a red Mustang, it's front smashed in from hitting us. Slumped over the steering wheel was a body with short blond hair. He looked to be sleeping. They say he died on impact.