Teacher story about cars. Accident.

This story took place many time ago, in 1993. It was December, the 12th, and I was 10 years old. I was travelling by car with my parents. We were comming from visiting my grandparents. It was Sunday, at 5:10 in the afternoon. We were going by N430 road, from Valdivia to Ruecas. On that time there was a crossroad, a flat crossroad when reaching Ruecas. I remember the setting sun in front of us. The next thing I remember is a black shadow ramming the car by the right side, and me grasping my mum's seat. We slided 30 meters left, getting stuck on the road ditch.

What had happened? Sure you guess. A car had run the stop signal, colliding against us. We got out of our vehicle, disoriented and scared. My father and me were fine; but my mother had a lot of pain on her neck; so she was taken to the hospital. A friend of my father took care of me while my father was in the ambulance with my mother.

Finally all ended well. My mother was fine and she left the hospital after two hours (She had nothing, only the contusion at the neck and a big bruise on her right leg). When my parents arrived at Santa Amalia in the evening my father's friend took me home. I remember how happy I felt of being again with my family. That night we had dinner all together, and we watched TV all together and we felt alive... all together.