There was a lot of snow outside that winter and many of the kids with
cars were out playing in it in various parking lots. Power slides,
drifting and the most easy and therefore most prolific technique of
all – the donut. The donut is a a poetic name for driving in a
circle but if you were to tell someone you went to a church parking
lot and drove in a circle you are not going to impress anyone. So my
sister and I were over at her boyfriends house and we decided to go
drive a car around in the parking lot behind his house. There were
already a couple other groups of kids out there already goofing off
with their cars and there was this flamboyant girl who was kind of
cute but massively stupid running around the parking lot around the
cars. When one of the cars stopped she ran up and jumped on the hood
holding on to the hood where there is a vent below the windshield.
She told them to do some donuts with her on the hood but they were
not convinced that that would be safe, but she begged so they
relented. They drove around slowly for a few seconds and she was
enjoying herself but then the driver changed direction quickly and
she flew off the hood and right under the car. The car stopped right
after the front wheel drove over her. All of us that were watching
from the side ran over to see if she was okay but before we could
cover the hundred feet or so to the car she had popped up like a
cheerleader hands high over her head and bouncing almost singing that
she was, 'Ooookaaaaay!' We were naturally all very relived that we
didn't just see an idiot die. She was a lot less phased by her brush
with death than she should have been. She ran through the group of us
that came to check that she was alive and jumped right back on the
hood of the car and begged for another go. A few years later she
married one of the biggest jerks that I had ever met so maybe her
judgment never improved. As for the rest of us that night we had seen
enough and went back inside where we were less likely to see anyone
get assassinated mid-donut.
