It was a long time ago. The family was in Asia visiting friends and as road trips go, this one was exciting. We were in Malaysia. I was six or seven at the time and we were packed in a car and heading somewhere not sure where now. It was late at night and it was raining and the road we were on was dark and winding with no lights to show the way. Some of us were sleeping at the time while dad kept his eyes on the road. The rule was, do not stop if you hit anything because it was a ploy used by bandits to rob or do something worse.
We were approaching a curve and suddenly dad swerved to avoid a log in the middle of the road. We screamed as he tried to gain control of the car and somehow managed to avoid hitting the tree stump and we made it out of there with nothing more than a scare and something to remember for all time. We could have lost our lives that night and even though that trip was memorable for other reasons, it is this one aspect that stands out in my mind.
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