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What point in your life, which event, would you consider the turning point and that you thought yourself as grown up?
I don't know exactly how old I was, but I'd say I was around 9 years old. I had a close group of friends when I was little. One of them was this kid who we called "Gart." He was the tallest of us all. His house was right behind ours. Every single afternoon, we would all get together and play random games like hide and seek, cops and robbers, etc..
We were at a pool hall one afternoon. We all left to go to my house except for Gart.
Then we heard that someone got run over by a truck. We all went back to the same street the pool hall was in. We saw the truck and a whole bunch of people gathered and I can remember it like it happened yesterday, though this happened almost 30 years ago. My friend Gart was on the street, with his insides spread all over the road. The upper half of his body, from his chest up, was perfect, like he was just laying there sleeping in the middle of the street. Everything below that was torn apart.
From that moment on, the invincibility factor I had was instantly gone. Before that time, I thought nothing bad could happen to me. I was "special." After that event, I knew anything could happen to anyone.
When the news came to my house about the accident, I remember the sick feeling I got and that I had some kind of premonition that the person that was run over was my friend.
We were all in a daze for a long time. This was our best friend. We grew up with him. He was a great person. Even then, part of me was "wishing" that it had been me instead of him.
I don't know exactly how old I was, but I'd say I was around 9 years old. I had a close group of friends when I was little. One of them was this kid who we called "Gart." He was the tallest of us all. His house was right behind ours. Every single afternoon, we would all get together and play random games like hide and seek, cops and robbers, etc..
We were at a pool hall one afternoon. We all left to go to my house except for Gart.
Then we heard that someone got run over by a truck. We all went back to the same street the pool hall was in. We saw the truck and a whole bunch of people gathered and I can remember it like it happened yesterday, though this happened almost 30 years ago. My friend Gart was on the street, with his insides spread all over the road. The upper half of his body, from his chest up, was perfect, like he was just laying there sleeping in the middle of the street. Everything below that was torn apart.
From that moment on, the invincibility factor I had was instantly gone. Before that time, I thought nothing bad could happen to me. I was "special." After that event, I knew anything could happen to anyone.
When the news came to my house about the accident, I remember the sick feeling I got and that I had some kind of premonition that the person that was run over was my friend.
We were all in a daze for a long time. This was our best friend. We grew up with him. He was a great person. Even then, part of me was "wishing" that it had been me instead of him.
