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When I was a young boy, maybe 8, my parents took us on a road trip up in to Canada. On the way, we witnessed a terrible car accident. My father stopped the car and was the first to respond. We had blankets in the car that my father used to comfort/bandage the man. The man had been thrown some 25 yards, through his windshield, forward in to the highway's lawn and lay their motionless and bloodied. We waited until the fireman and ambulance arrived. I watched from the inside of the car. It was very quiet in our car but every time the door opened you could hear frantic talk and tearful voices outside. I'm not sure if the man survived. We don't talk about it much.
I know it's not a moment like yours, but still it had a pretty large impact on me. It always reminds me of that Doors lyric: "Indians lay on dawns highway bleeding ghosts crowd a childs fragile eggshell mind"