One day, last summer, I was in a car wreck coming back from vacation. I was riding back with my grandparents from Destin, Florida, in their huge Toyota Sequoia, somewhere along Western Georgia, when the cars in front of us suddenly stopped. We stopped, so suddenly that the car behind us flew into our big car and the front of it became demolished. My brother Will and I flew forward in our seats, along with our belongings. Our car had few dents in the back, but the other car needed major repairs. Luckly, no one was hurt. We stayed there for a half hour, waiting for responders on the shoulder of the express way. There was a mom and her kid, probably about 6 or 7 years old. Finally, after the longest 30 minutes of my life, the police and firemen came. I never remembered that kid’s name, because he was so funny. That was actually my first car wreck.
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