|Mountain road (Photo credit: Wikipedia)|
Thursday, 23 October 2014
When I was twelve years old my father had been driving with my family for about two hours. He drove very narrow mountain road. There are no fence beside road.
Suddenly he shouted "Oh no!" and the car fell from the road. It revolved and landed on the road below. The front window broke all of it.
But we didn't have an injure. Only my father cut his finger a little. Then he drove to his university hospital. We were examined. We were all well.
We went home from Kyoto to Osaka by that car. It was very cold because there wasn't front window.