I ran over someone.
I was driving in my neighborhood, about a quarter mile from my house. There is a dead end that meets the main road, that has an incline. I was driving along, and out from nowhere some highschool age kid on rollerblades (who apparently didn't see my car or hear it) rolled right into my path. I locked up the breaks (he was about 20 feet in front of me when I saw him). I impacted him, and he ended up under my car. I was terrified thinking I just killed someone. I opened the car door, with my phone in hand ready to call 911. Before I was out, he had pulled himself from under my car. I was in complete shock. The cat actually came up to me smiling, and shook my hand. His buddy on a skateboard was in tears from laughing, which I don't understand. He kept on saying, " dude, u were under his car". I didn't find it funny at all. I keep on thinking how hard it would be to live with myself knowing I killed someone, even though it wasn't my fault. Cie la vie, life goes on, but still, weird times.