‘That couldn’t happen here in America’
I was maybe 10 years old when this happened. Mom is driving, I’m in the back seat. It’s night. She’s trying to cross a busy L.A. thoroughfare, from a side street. Southbound traffic is jammed, but a guy in a truck makes a hole and waves us through. We’ve almost cleared the intersection when a car, speeding northbound, clips us. We go spinning up over a low brick wall onto somebody’s lawn. My head smacks the window hard enough to crack it. And I remember thinking “This can’t happen to us!” As a child I had a morbid fear of accidents. So somehow, I convinced myself we ...