One day when I was eleven, on the way back from grocery shopping, we nearly died in a car accident. A cow had gotten free from someone's pasture and wandered into the road. As we came around the corner it was right there in the middle of the road. My daddy swerve to avoid it and instead went into the ditch, where our car turned over and rolled into the weeds.
When we came to a stop, we were all covered in broken little cubes of glass, but we were okay. Another car came along in a few minutes and stopped to help us climb out of the car. My mama was crying, but my daddy just said he was glad we were alive.