STOP!!!!

This is a story of my youth: 

I just remembered something from when I was about 14 years old. My BFF was 13. There were always accidents where we lived. We lived on a curve. Cars were always going too fast and they always rolled over and sometimes landed on our property. No one was ever killed that I remember. There was one guy who got road rash really bad for riding his motorcycle too fast around our (not quite hair pin ) curve. 

So, my friend, Vicki and I got some white spray paint. My hand shook too much, and I was afraid that I wouldn’t do it good enough to pass for a real stop sign. My friend, Vicki was so good. She painted that stop sign with the line. You know that line with stop painted under it. 

We had a picture window in our living room so it was always funny to see cars stop at that stop sign. It looked real. My mother asked me why everyone was stopping on the curve next to our side driveway. We had two driveways.. one was for dad’s tanker truck and the other was for cars. They stopped by the one the tanker was at. 

The people were fooled, but they slowed down and the motorcycle accident was the last accident I remembered. The rain and traffic eventually wore that paint off the road and we never painted it back, but it seemed to have worked to slow people down by our house.