on our way up and out the fucking driver slams, screeching wheels and all, on the brakes. did i mention i am at the very front....right behind the truck? terry, my saviour was beside me and i can remember very little except that my feet were above my head as i dove face down toward the ground. everything in my lap hit the road, terry grabbed my leg and i reached back and grabbed the most obvious thing.....terry's boob. 

many children were on board and i cannot help the number of times i yelled fuck and jesus fucking christ and what the fuck....it is still echoing in my head. fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!!!!!!

julie too....it was a flood of cursing and julie ran up to the driver to see what the "fucking" problem was. well i assumed he was gonna hash it out with her for a moment so i got down on the ground between the trailer and the truck to gather my things and he began to drive again. 

then on top of all my "fucking this" and julie's "fucking that"....terry started, chris started, my kid and the friend started....we were all screaming "fucking stop the truck!!!" 

anyway, i survived with only a little hip pain and apparently some bruising causing small limpage AND i only got a few dirty looks from unconcerned-for-my-safety mothers who might of thought the word fuck was too much harshness for their little fucking angels.