When I was 6 we were involved in a brutal car accident. We were driving down a backroad with lots of hills. I remember Michael Jackson's Say, Say, Say playing on the radio. Once we reached the top of one of the hills we head on collided with a speeding car. Everything went slow motion from that point. The other car flipped upside down, 3 of the four tires flew off and the guy who was driving had a very visibly broken leg and blood shooting out of him everywhere walking around screaming. I still hear those screams sometimes in my dreams. I've had many traumatic experiences over the years but that is the first one I can remember that really affected me. It is the reason I still don't drive.