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My fingers are freezing cold, I almost couldn't open the front door. I almost can't type...
So I left school promptly at 3:15 after History, ran to the bus stop and noted the traffic slowly building up, until a few minutes later it was solid. Then the bus appeared over the horizon and inched ever so slowly towards me, where upon I hopped on. To reach the next bus stop, I would estimate it crawled there in 10-12 minutes. This pattern continued until it eventually reached Waterworks Roundabout where it's usual exit was closed. It took a divert, where having stood up for forty minutes I stepped off the bus and used my initiative to edge towards home. It wasn’t easy planning a route not being able to think straight. Still I was able to decide opting against remaining on the bus and ending up at Walthamstow at night time and chose to walk against traffic by the side of the motorway. Harder than it sounds.
Walking on this extra column was like walking on a cross between the Vietnemese overgrown terrain and a skating site full of old tin signs, cans and other junk. Eventually I grasped my bearing, realised where I was and continued making good progress, before I took one hesitant look to the left. And there was the most devastating thing I have ever seen. Three, maybe even five cars just completely crushed, silent, still. I gave off that little gasp you do now and again, but it was a big one. Cars so small they might as well have been flattened by a steamroller they were so wrecked. I can’t stress enough just how horrific this scene was. If I had a camera phone, I’d have shown you myself. Part of me is glad though, because it would have just brought back how terrible it looked. Just thinking that those poor people must have lost their lives, left me in a state of shock; stunned. I spent about two minutes just staring at the wrecked cars, the dozens of whirring nearby police cars and officers and just kept gasping in amazement, astonishment and ambiguity at what I was looking at. My journey continued, until I reached a bus stop where I could haul myself back into civilization, the roads I know and make my way back home.
Now I’m alone at home, waiting for my Mum, my Dad and my two brothers. I’ve just had a terrifying thought, what if one of those cars was my parent’s? What then?
So I left school promptly at 3:15 after History, ran to the bus stop and noted the traffic slowly building up, until a few minutes later it was solid. Then the bus appeared over the horizon and inched ever so slowly towards me, where upon I hopped on. To reach the next bus stop, I would estimate it crawled there in 10-12 minutes. This pattern continued until it eventually reached Waterworks Roundabout where it's usual exit was closed. It took a divert, where having stood up for forty minutes I stepped off the bus and used my initiative to edge towards home. It wasn’t easy planning a route not being able to think straight. Still I was able to decide opting against remaining on the bus and ending up at Walthamstow at night time and chose to walk against traffic by the side of the motorway. Harder than it sounds.
Walking on this extra column was like walking on a cross between the Vietnemese overgrown terrain and a skating site full of old tin signs, cans and other junk. Eventually I grasped my bearing, realised where I was and continued making good progress, before I took one hesitant look to the left. And there was the most devastating thing I have ever seen. Three, maybe even five cars just completely crushed, silent, still. I gave off that little gasp you do now and again, but it was a big one. Cars so small they might as well have been flattened by a steamroller they were so wrecked. I can’t stress enough just how horrific this scene was. If I had a camera phone, I’d have shown you myself. Part of me is glad though, because it would have just brought back how terrible it looked. Just thinking that those poor people must have lost their lives, left me in a state of shock; stunned. I spent about two minutes just staring at the wrecked cars, the dozens of whirring nearby police cars and officers and just kept gasping in amazement, astonishment and ambiguity at what I was looking at. My journey continued, until I reached a bus stop where I could haul myself back into civilization, the roads I know and make my way back home.
Now I’m alone at home, waiting for my Mum, my Dad and my two brothers. I’ve just had a terrifying thought, what if one of those cars was my parent’s? What then?
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Hello people. I'm new to this cyberchat and need some guidance. Anyone?
Forest Fan wrote:
> Phew. They just rang telling me they're all right.
>
> I think I'll be playing a game of chess to steady my nerves.
Well, at least that's good news. Hopeful of us picking up any points tomorrow?
> Phew. They just rang telling me they're all right.
>
> I think I'll be playing a game of chess to steady my nerves.
Well, at least that's good news. Hopeful of us picking up any points tomorrow?
Phew. They just rang telling me they're all right.
I think I'll be playing a game of chess to steady my nerves.
I think I'll be playing a game of chess to steady my nerves.
I'm a little more hopeful now, thanks Ashman. I believe (after having a cursory look at the London map) that they should have been travelling on the other side of the road at the time of the collision. Still, I don't know anything for sure.
I need to find that out. My Dad was going to pick up my Mum going from South Woodford to Barking. I'll go and look that up.
Well would they normally be on the road at the time you were walking past?
I'm just worried that my parents might have been in one of those cars, there was no way of identifying any number plates or colours. Perhaps I should ring up the local police station and find out.
Jeez dude, the mere sound of that is horrific.
You get these moments in life. I was nearly run over a year ago, and for the rest of that evening I was thinking "what if that car hadn't stopped just in time" etc. It's a feeling of relief and absolute horror of what could have potentially happened.
In the end you just have to banish any thoughts about it and move on.
You get these moments in life. I was nearly run over a year ago, and for the rest of that evening I was thinking "what if that car hadn't stopped just in time" etc. It's a feeling of relief and absolute horror of what could have potentially happened.
In the end you just have to banish any thoughts about it and move on.
My fingers are freezing cold, I almost couldn't open the front door. I almost can't type...
So I left school promptly at 3:15 after History, ran to the bus stop and noted the traffic slowly building up, until a few minutes later it was solid. Then the bus appeared over the horizon and inched ever so slowly towards me, where upon I hopped on. To reach the next bus stop, I would estimate it crawled there in 10-12 minutes. This pattern continued until it eventually reached Waterworks Roundabout where it's usual exit was closed. It took a divert, where having stood up for forty minutes I stepped off the bus and used my initiative to edge towards home. It wasn’t easy planning a route not being able to think straight. Still I was able to decide opting against remaining on the bus and ending up at Walthamstow at night time and chose to walk against traffic by the side of the motorway. Harder than it sounds.
Walking on this extra column was like walking on a cross between the Vietnemese overgrown terrain and a skating site full of old tin signs, cans and other junk. Eventually I grasped my bearing, realised where I was and continued making good progress, before I took one hesitant look to the left. And there was the most devastating thing I have ever seen. Three, maybe even five cars just completely crushed, silent, still. I gave off that little gasp you do now and again, but it was a big one. Cars so small they might as well have been flattened by a steamroller they were so wrecked. I can’t stress enough just how horrific this scene was. If I had a camera phone, I’d have shown you myself. Part of me is glad though, because it would have just brought back how terrible it looked. Just thinking that those poor people must have lost their lives, left me in a state of shock; stunned. I spent about two minutes just staring at the wrecked cars, the dozens of whirring nearby police cars and officers and just kept gasping in amazement, astonishment and ambiguity at what I was looking at. My journey continued, until I reached a bus stop where I could haul myself back into civilization, the roads I know and make my way back home.
Now I’m alone at home, waiting for my Mum, my Dad and my two brothers. I’ve just had a terrifying thought, what if one of those cars was my parent’s? What then?
So I left school promptly at 3:15 after History, ran to the bus stop and noted the traffic slowly building up, until a few minutes later it was solid. Then the bus appeared over the horizon and inched ever so slowly towards me, where upon I hopped on. To reach the next bus stop, I would estimate it crawled there in 10-12 minutes. This pattern continued until it eventually reached Waterworks Roundabout where it's usual exit was closed. It took a divert, where having stood up for forty minutes I stepped off the bus and used my initiative to edge towards home. It wasn’t easy planning a route not being able to think straight. Still I was able to decide opting against remaining on the bus and ending up at Walthamstow at night time and chose to walk against traffic by the side of the motorway. Harder than it sounds.
Walking on this extra column was like walking on a cross between the Vietnemese overgrown terrain and a skating site full of old tin signs, cans and other junk. Eventually I grasped my bearing, realised where I was and continued making good progress, before I took one hesitant look to the left. And there was the most devastating thing I have ever seen. Three, maybe even five cars just completely crushed, silent, still. I gave off that little gasp you do now and again, but it was a big one. Cars so small they might as well have been flattened by a steamroller they were so wrecked. I can’t stress enough just how horrific this scene was. If I had a camera phone, I’d have shown you myself. Part of me is glad though, because it would have just brought back how terrible it looked. Just thinking that those poor people must have lost their lives, left me in a state of shock; stunned. I spent about two minutes just staring at the wrecked cars, the dozens of whirring nearby police cars and officers and just kept gasping in amazement, astonishment and ambiguity at what I was looking at. My journey continued, until I reached a bus stop where I could haul myself back into civilization, the roads I know and make my way back home.
Now I’m alone at home, waiting for my Mum, my Dad and my two brothers. I’ve just had a terrifying thought, what if one of those cars was my parent’s? What then?
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