The Spaces Between Your Fingers

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Junior Prom was the most memorable experience of high school. All the worries teachers fill your head with about after prom and the dangers that followed couldn’t have prepared me for the morning before. I’m thankful and lucky I made it, though I couldn’t say the same for my car. Regardless of how scary it was at the time, I can’t believe I managed to go to prom with only a few scratches. As I posed for this picture with my mom, I couldn’t have been happier with how well my spray tan and I were holding up.

           Growing up in the sticks means not having the opportunity to possess the same level of “bronze” on a blazing hot day. I thought, nothing a little improvising couldn’t fix.

            As I began to drive home this morning, I couldn’t help but notice the black pickup truck in front of me casually hitting his breaks every two minutes. I had thought at the time my 1998 Hyundai, I had inherited from my great aunt, had the same power as a Ferrari, in hopes to pass him up the hill. After all, you can only be so late to a hair and makeup appointment. With the shrill voices of Icona Pop blaring through my speakers, I turned my signal on to pass him on left. Unfortunately, he had decided to speed up as oncoming traffic was approaching me. In desperation, I swerved hitting his front bumper to avoid the multiple head on collisions that could have occurred. Within moments, the black truck had moved near the driver side of my car and turned the wheel into my car, creating a Tokyo Drift effect. I closed my eyes and embraced the impact that was about to occur. In a blur, I opened my eyes to see I had flipped completely upside down and back around onto my four tires, up a hill and into a quiet ditch. I have to go to prom; I spent way too long finding a dress. Pulling myself out of the passenger side window, I couldn’t help but look around me. A man walks up to me and asks, “Are you okay? Who should I call?” The black mailbox lay mangled on the ground under my tire. “I’m sorry I smashed your mailbox.” He laughed.

            I was lifted into an ambulance and driven to the hospital to be evaluated for further injury than the shards of glass that lay hidden in my shins. Before applying the sticky pads to monitor my heart, I screamed. “Don’t! It’s going to rip off my spray tan I’ve been working so hard on!” My mom, looking down at me with sadness and joy in her olive eyes, begins to laugh. “You know you can get re-sprayed right? We’re going to be late to your appointment if you’re still up for going?” With every ounce of strength left in my body, I climbed out of the bed and stumbled to the car. “Let’s do this”.

            With that, we drove to the salon to have my hair shook out of sticks, glass and leaves that silently lay on the floor. Each curl held so perfectly, something I had never seen my hair do, and hung over my shoulders. Next, the pale sticky circles that had been left on my chest were tanned and my entire outfit had finally come together. When I walked into the bright room where all my friends were sitting, all eyes were on me. Instantly flooded with questions and concerns, I laughed. “I’m here aren’t I?”

Pre-Prom Tumble

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May 2010
Millbrook NY

Junior Prom was the most memorable experience of high school. All the worries teachers fill your head with about after prom and the dangers that followed couldn’t have prepared me for the morning before. I’m thankful and lucky I made it, though I couldn’t say the same for my car. Regardless of how scary it was at the time, I can’t believe I managed to go to prom with only a few scratches. As I posed for this picture with my mom, I couldn’t have been happier with how well my spray tan and I were holding up.

Decade: 2010s
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Recorded by Gabriella deHaan on March 20, 2014
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