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Driving with children I learned a safety lesson the hard way when my son was a toddler. After shopping at a little country store, I put Jimmy into the front seat and got behind the steering wheel. Jimmy was standing on the seat, trying to open a box of cookies. I started the car and slowly headed toward the road. Suddenly the passenger side door flew open, and my little boy fell out. I slammed on the brakes, opened the door and jumped out. Jimmy was screaming and so was I. His little leg was under the car wheel. A teenage boy slowly drove the car off Jimmy’s leg. I grabbed him up and ran into the store. We looked him over, decided he was not injured except for a laceration on his leg where the tire had been. Anyway, I insisted that he go to the doctor. My daddy drove us to the doctor in Mocksville. He had no other injuries except the leg laceration. My oldest son is almost 57 years old now. I could have killed him. If I had not learned this lesson with him, I could have killed or badly injured one of my other four children. Thank God I learned this lesson, even though I wish I could have learned it without pain to my little boy. Virginia L. Kinley |
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