When my daughter was old enough I told her about the first death I saw. I was six years old and at a small dirt race track that operated for a few years. A photographer was crossing the track at the end of the night and I was looking right at him when a orange race car hit him at a fairly high speed. I was only about ten to twenty yards from him. I remember he was twitching and I remember all the blood on the track after they took him away. My mother of course was storing it all up for her vile daily gossip the next day. She dismissed my distress and told me it happens. Most people never see a person die. It affected me deeply and I was denied my distress by my parents. I’m thankful I could explain to my daughter that what she saw should upset her. Seeing something like that at a young age sticks with you.
I was 15 when I watched a guy blow his brains out on a freeway overpass on broadcast TV. That’s always stuck with me.
When my daughter was old enough I told her about the first death I saw. I was six years old and at a small dirt race track that operated for a few years. A photographer was crossing the track at the end of the night and I was looking right at him when a orange race car hit him at a fairly high speed. I was only about ten to twenty yards from him. I remember he was twitching and I remember all the blood on the track after they took him away. My mother of course was storing it all up for her vile daily gossip the next day. She dismissed my distress and told me it happens. Most people never see a person die. It affected me deeply and I was denied my distress by my parents. I’m thankful I could explain to my daughter that what she saw should upset her. Seeing something like that at a young age sticks with you.