Hi, this is my first post.
I wrote this story a year ago, but it pertains to an incident that occurred when I was 10 years old. This post includes the first 4 paragraphs. Enjoy.

Terror on Tenth Street
A white car comes into my view; I hear the loud, mad screeching of tires from my mom’s green minivan, and in a split second havoc is upon my mother and I. Moments before, I was tying my New Balances, the standard shoe of all fifth graders, and sitting happily with my seat belt unfastened on a routine ride to school. My mom said to me, “Jacob, why don’t you put your seat belt on honey?” Obeying her, I quickly locked the safety device into place and proceeded to finish tying my shoes.
As we approached a fork in the road, a white Ford Taurus foolishly pulled out in front of us, and we pummeled into the driver’s side of the car, forming a perfect ‘T’. The force of the collision violently jerked me forward, but the seatbelt countered the effects of inertia and kept me in place. A loud, explosive bang echoed in my ears. The air bags deployed, sending a heavyweight punch to the center of my face and a wave of shock through my entire body. Initially, I was stunned by the brute force of the air bags, and glancing down, there was a gruesome gash on my right thigh. Smoke from the airbags clouded my view of the outside; a pungent smell burned my nostrils. I frantically opened the car door and rushed into my mother’s arms. I noticed the driver of the white car unconscious, her car fuming with smoke and slowly rolling towards the shoulder as a result of the impact.
Hysteria filled the air, and other people began to pull over to lend assistance. A rather husky man with a finely trimmed beard ran over to the white car and began kicking at the window attempting to break it and free the comatose victim. After a few steady power kicks, the glass shattered and he rescued the girl.

I heard the shrill sirens of police cars, fire trucks, and ambulances. A medic saw my injured leg, and he applied a thick bandage to stop the bleeding. I looked down at my shoes, basic black and white New Balances with black laces that I had secured what seemed like seconds before the wreck, now stained with a crimson stripe of blood. I thought about what would’ve happened if my mom had not reminded me to put my seat belt on, and pondered the essence of time; how much it affected the outcome of virtually everything. A tow truck arrived and I watched as it lifted the now demolished green minivan onto its bed.