Kates blog
Hey, sorry I Haven’t blogged in a while. There is nothing really exciting. I played with friends, there was kid drama, we played video games (mostly call of duty, one of my favorites), we swam. I’m really happy that were in Musket Cove. It’s one of my favorite places. The reason is, there are so many kids here. There wasn’t as many as last time because we were in the regatta, but I still love it here.
I got some comments asking me about what it was like when I got ran over by the van in AU from my perspective. I will be telling you guys about that in this blog.
About a year ago (something like that), when we were in AU, I had an accident. We were all in the car, in the middle of the outback, and since there are no port-a-potties, we have to stop for a pee (or poo) break every now and then. Our van is very big. You can’t even see over it. The back seats (the one’s that me and Finn were sitting in) Have a very tall head rest for the seats before them, this means you can’t hardly see back there.
Me and my family were driving along and we decided to stop for a lunch break. Me and my mom got out for the bathroom. I went to the front of the car, and my mom went right next to my but not in the front. While I was doing my business, mom got back in the car. It was really hot, and there was a ton of flies, so Anna and Jack shut the doors. Dad Thought that I was in the back seat with Finn, but really I was doing my business at the front of the car. In my head, I figured that they wouldn’t start driving while I was still out there. I figured that because me and my mom were right next to each other and she would have noticed that I was still at the front.
My dad put the van in gear and started driving. My heart started pounding as the car started to drive forward. I was sitting on my feet as the bumper of the car started to hit me. My knees fell forward and I fell forward with my hands lying flat on the ground, and so as my legs (of course in between all of this I was screaming at the top of my lungs, hoping they would notice). My left hand was just a little too far to the left so the tire ran right over it. I didn’t want to look at my hands and get that bad picture in my mind for the rest of my life, so I didn’t.
As the car was still moving, I looked back to look at my legs and make sure they wouldn’t get crushed by the car. If Anna or Jack were under here, something would grab their spine and drag them. Luckily, I’m small. Finally, the car stopped (and you have to remember that all this happens in about 5 to 8 seconds tops), I heard dad cursing and mom crying, I think. For some reason I was more worried about my dad cursing then my hand, but I was sure my hand was broken and crushed. I slowly scooted out from under the car, my pants were off at the time because I was going to the bathroom.
Mom held me for about 10 seconds, from her she said it felt like a life time. I kept telling her I didn’t want to look at my hand, I felt blood dripping down my leg onto my foot. I looked at it just a little bit when I was under the car. It was all swollen up and purple (that’s all I remember from the slight glance I took at it). When I was looking for my pants, I kept saying I want to take a nap, I want to take a nap. They kept telling me no. I knew why I wanted to go to sleep, it’s because my adrenaline was rushing threw my body, and if I fell asleep, I might not wake up. Mom helped me put my pants on and get in the car. My fingernail had been ripped off. It was only holding on by a piece of string. The second finger to the pinky had been turned a little bit.
Finn got in the front seat so I could lay down in the back. My dad was sitting down right next to me crying. Finn was looking over the seat crying as well. After a little bit of rest, dad got back in the driver seat (still crying), I sat in my mom’s lap in the front. I wasn’t sure if my dad could drive (because he was sad and I didn’t think he could focus at the moment), but he was good. I tried telling him to stop crying and that I’m ok.
It was a very sad and traumatic moment. My dad told me I need to pop that finger that was slightly bent back in place. I told him NO, he said he should while my adrenaline was still rushing a little bit (I still said no). That’s most of the story.
Thanks for reading it. Sorry I might have skipped some days of posting my blogs. There’s just not much to write about sometimes. Stay tuned for my next blog!