A  'bump' in my life

When I was about four years old, [1925[, we moved from this farm-like setting, to a small brown shingled house on the west side of Shelbourne Street, at 3152, occupied today, 2013,  by the ever-expanding Sears Mall.   It was one of those no-actual-basement houses, but rather a high-built shingle-sided house, with the lower portion being the basement, containing the furnace etc.  Those houses always smelled mouldy.  

Mom [especially] and Dad were Christian Scientists and attended the big white church still at the top of Pandora Green in Victoria.  We were returning from church on this particular Sunday and I was in a hurry to get in the house.  I dashed from our friend's car, across Shelbourne in front of an oncoming car.  I think I saw the car as the driver saw me.  He slammed on the brakes.  It was probably a combination of my quick move to get out of the way, and the driver's fast braking that resulted in a slight bump causing me to stumble and fall.  I wasn't really hurt; just very frightened, and of course it scared the hell out of everyone, especially my mom.  The driver was petrified. 

Because I was scared and crying.  I was picked up and carried into the house, which worried the driver even more.  But I was okay.  

The following day the driver knocked on our door, which I happened to answer, and was he ever pleased to see me standing there with a smile on my face.  It was a lesson learned for both of us.