P.C.H.

     My junior year of high school, a friend and myself, were on our way to my sister's basketball game. I was driving the car and he was sitting beside me. The temperature outside was very cold, and there was an abundance of snow on the ground. We were only about a mile or two down the road and I hit a patch of ice. The car suddenly spun out of control, and we went around 720 degrees. The right side tires on my car slammed up against an embankment on the side of the road. Luckily that happened because right next to the embankment was a telephone pole. It could have gone much worse for us had we not hit that embankment. Needless to say, we did not make it to the basketball game because my car was all jacked up.