(Fear of) Deer
It
was a late Saturday night. I was on my way home from a friend's
house. Since it was a weekend, I was not required to be home until twelve. I have
always been a very cautious driver at night because I live in the country and you never know what might jump out in front of your car. To be
sure of my safety, I was always aware of what was on the road and my surroundings. Sometimes I let my guard down as
soon as I turned onto my street. I was cruising up my hill, when being only three houses away a deer runs out in front of my car. I stepped on the breaks as
hard as I could, but it didn’t do me any good. The deer hit the left front side
of my car. I could feel my car run over a leg or two of the deer. I
was so afraid that when I pulled into my driveway, I was terrified to see the
front end of my car and the damages that would appear. What if my car wasn’t fixable? What if my parents were mad?
My heart racing, I finally got out of my car. Slowly I took a few steps towards
front end. I peak around the corner. My car was fine.
Ever
since this day, I have been terribly afraid of hitting a deer with my car
because you never know when one might jump out at you. I have learned to never let my guard down to make sure of my safety.