Falling

 It was the middle of summer, late at night,

I was about eight,

The sleepiness, I tried to fight.

“Go to sleep,” my mom had said,

It was way past my bed time,

“please go to bed.”

It was a quiet trip in the car,

We were visiting grandma,

Our destination was still so far.

Everything was calm and still,

Until everything changed,

My mom let out a noise that was shrill.

The car spun, and spun,

It was like a marry-go-round,

Except this was terrifying, not fun.

We were about to fall,

We were on a bridge you see,

A bridge that was very tall.

I screamed as we dropped,

I hurt so bad,

But then, thankfully, everything stopped.