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A Brush with Death. Our hunting trip, after a long tiring one week, was over and we were heading back today. As it was a rather long journey my dad decided we were to leave early to avoid getting caught up in the traffic.

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Introduction

A brush with death It was around five in the morning and one could hear the birds chirping, the squirrels running around and the busy bush life had already begun. Our hunting trip, after a long tiring one week, was over and we were heading back today. As it was a rather long journey my dad decided we were to leave early to avoid getting caught up in the traffic. From past experiences I knew that the sun never rose till six so today's packing was going to happen in the dark. I got out of my sleeping bag and fell straight back in. It was freezing! I sat in my sleeping bag for a couple of minutes when my mum started shouting at me to get out and help. Bundling up some courage I jumped out of my sleeping bag and before I knew it my body became used to the chill and we started packing. ...read more.

Middle

All the trouble meant we were falling behind and we had lost all the time we had gained by the early start. This was disastrous as we were now set to drive straight into the morning traffic and end up arriving home late! Nevertheless my dad was determined to beat the traffic and do whatever it would take. With the remaining section of the journey being newly paved road my dad slammed on the accelerator putting us right in front of the morning traffic. Our goal was achieved and now it seemed like nothing could go wrong and we were to get home as soon as possible. Then it all happened, within a couple of seconds, all too fast for anyone to know what exactly occurred but everyone having their own story in some way or another different from the other stories. ...read more.

Conclusion

After this all I remember was watching the car grind to a halt on the road and then I blacked out. As I woke up the next day, in a hospital, all I could feel was PAIN running throughout my body. I saw stitches on my arm and my shoulder was full of bruises from the fall. Later on I was filled in on the situation of my parents and the helpers who accompanied us explained what happened after the crash in more detail. It was horrifying! The car was broken up into sections and everything inside the car was stolen by the people around the area. After several weeks we were all much better and back home. Ever since that day I learned to cherish every moment in life because today, right now, I might not have been here. ?? ?? ?? ?? Words: 765 pg. 1 ...read more.

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