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Personal Narrative : The Seatbelt That Saved My Life

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The Seatbelt That Saved My Life Have you ever had a near-death experience? I have. It was a Sunday. May 17th, 2015; I was twelve years old at the time. My dad, sisters, our two dogs, and I were visiting my dad’s (at the time) girlfriend, Kerri, in Devil’s Lake and were just about to head back to our small house in Minot. It was one of those weird, inbetween days of spring where the ice had started melting and turning the ground into mud, but not all the way. There were still random patches of ice on the road. Kerri warned us to be careful on our way back home. My dad brushed her off, teasing her about her motherliness and asking her if she doubted his truck-driving skills. She retaliated that we should leave, lest we get home too late and sleep in past our first period classes. My dad laughed and decided to go. We said our goodbyes and headed out. All was well for the first hour of the trip, until it wasn’t. I was sitting in the backseat on the passenger’s side, reading on my phone and minding my own business. The quietness of the truck was disrupted by expletives rolling out of my dad’s mouth. I looked up to see us sliding diagonally across the road onto a patch of mud.
Then, in an instant, the wheels stopped. Suddenly we were rolling. Crashing around in our huge, blue truck all I felt was vertigo. The only thing keeping us from bouncing around the mega cab like bouncy balls were the seatbelts we all had on. I heard screams, but I wasn’t sure if they were mine or

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