by Ike E.
In 1948, my dad bought a 1938 Pontiac.
My dad said we are going to the lake.
It was night when we were getting ready to go.
Mom made a bed on the back floor of the car for me.
My dad was asleep on the back seat when we got started.
Dad has strapped tires to the top of the car.
It was about 12:00 a.m.
I was awakened.
I heard Mom and Pete, the driver, talking about another car trying to force us off the highway.
And it did.
And we rolled over and over and landed on its wheels.
But for the tires on the top of the car,
We would be hurt.
A week after the accident,
The car was stolen.