At 7:00 this morning, when kids are out near the ends of their driveways, waiting on the bus, one of the kids near where I live got hit by a semi.
I don't know a whole lot.
I know that there's no curbs.
I know that there's no sidewalks.
I know that there's a 45mph speed limit in front of my house.
I know that there's a whole lot of duplexes and other apartments across the road from me.
I know that a lot of kids live over there.
I know that there's no sign warning drivers of a bus stop.
I know that the big rig driver was eastbound, and likely had the sun in his or her eyes.
I know that the driver didn't stop.
I know that the highway patrol caught the driver.
I don't know if the kid survived. I don't know if it was a boy or a girl. I don't know if it was the little boy my kids are fairly well acquainted with--my neighbors' grandson. I'm waiting for further information.
This day sucks.
Update: Highway Patrol says that the child was an eight year old girl. She didn't make it.
4 minutes ago