Childhood Is Not like Vegas
2 years ago on a very quiet day in my neighborhood, a police chase ended right in front of my doorstep. The blazing sirens and jarring sounds brought me running to my window.
The suspect had flown a silver, grey Prius through traffic lights, rammed into two cars and then plowed through thick bushes over the curb. Luckily there were no pedestrians out walking at that time.