trdejavu, this is a subject that has ripped at my heart since fifth grade, i was friends with a young boy that attended the same school as i, we looked like identical twins, literaly our own mothers could not tell us apart, some how without realizing it our parents bought us the exact black lambswool overcoats, i was very protective of my little friend and id always make sure i held his hand while crossing the street to the bus stop even though we had an adult crossing guard, one cool yet sunny day as i crossed with my buddy just half a step behind my pace his hand suddenly let go of mine followed by screams and screeching brakes from half a block away, i changed direction and ran along with teachers and parents towards the cadillac now half on the sidewalk, as i approached the front of the car one of the teachers tried in vain to stop me, what i saw was beyond belief, we children were summarily ushered on to our respective busses for our rides home as the air filled with the frightening blare of sirens, my trip home only took five minutes, most of the time id walk back and forth to school, at our front door our neighbor was reving his corvettes engine in an effort to warm it up as my mother came running out, she couldnt hear me yelling "mom" "mom" as she began to open the passingers door, i ran up to her and grabbed her arm, her face turned milk white as she fell in the street to her knees hugging me and crying uncontrolably, because we looked so much alike and had the same over coat someone from the school called my house and told my mother that i was hit by a car, my poor mom, the driver of the cadillac had been drinking all day at a bar, he was thrown out and on his way to another. its been 49 years not one day has gone by that i havnt thought of my best friend, may the lord keep him, peter ingolio, 11 years old.