When I was a kid, one clear April first mid-morning on my way home from the grocery store, I got hit by a car. I was riding my bike on the sidewalk, steering with one hand and clutching a bag with the other. Just as I rode past the edge of the grocery store building and into the alleyway that connected from behind the store, I collided tire-to-tire with a slow moving station wagon.
The force of the slow impact was enough to send me flying over my bike handlebars and onto the hood of the car. Bread and carrots flew out of the paper grocery sack. It happened so fast that it took me a minute to realize that I hadn´t hit the ground. Apart from a bang on my leg, I was a little dizzy, but unhurt and full of adrenaline from the crash. After confirming that I was OK, the driver and I quickly went our separate ways.
I pedaled as fast as I could, eager to get home and tell my family the exciting news. ¨You´re never going to believe it, but I got hit by a car!¨ I said.
¨Yeah Anna,¨ my brother said. ¨April Fool.¨
¨No, really. I really got hit by a car,¨ I told my grandma. ¨That´s why the bread got squashed.¨
¨Sure,¨ grandma said. ¨I´m no April Fool!¨
No one believed me, even though I had a swelling bruise on my shin as proof, until the next day when the driver of the car ran into my Grandfather at the local coffee shop. ¨I´m glad your granddaughter is OK,¨ he said. ¨She landed on the hood of my car. That kid almost scared me to death.¨
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Today, when Matt came home from his volunteer work teaching Math to children in the next town over, his sunglasses were broken and he was obviously shaken up a bit. ¨I was in a car accident on the way home!¨ he said. The moto-taxi he was riding in fell into the same hole I fell into in the footbridge near our house.
He has a big bruise on his shin like I did so many years ago from my April Fool´s Day Car Crash, but I actually believe his story.