When I was five I used to live in this crappy trailer court that was about a block away from I-70. My mom was at work and my dad, a drunk, was passed out on the living room floor (a regular occurrence), and my older sister was supposed to be watching me. She was super into the chat rooms on AOL at the time so her idea of watching me consisted of saying "Leave me alone" or "No, go away" whenever I asked for anything. I was pissed that she wouldn't put Snow White on for me, because I couldn't get the VCR to work, so I decided I was going to ride my bike 7 miles across town to my grandma's house and watch it there. I put on my helmet, safety first, and got on my brand new Hurley (complete with hot pink training wheels) that I had just learned to ride a week before, and headed towards my grandma's.

In order to get to my grandma's I would have to cross the interstate. We did it in the car all the time so I figured it would be simple enough as long as I looked both ways. I waited on the side of the road until there was a clearing in traffic, and then I rode right out into the middle of the interstate. Once I got to the middle and was standing on the median, the traffic picked up again and I realized there was no fucking way I was making it to the other side. There were cars flying by me and honking, people were screaming things out of their windows at me, and I knew that I was going to get hit at any second. So I just sat down next to my bike and sobbed. Sometime later a cop pulled over and grabbed me and my bike and drove me over to the KFC parking lot across the street from the trailer court I lived in. I told him where I lived and he took me home. My sister woke up my dad, he beat my ass and went back to sleep, and when my mom got home from work she screamed at my dad for the rest of the night.

Looking back now I have no idea how I didn't get hit or at least cause an accident.