From the backseat of my jeep came a fit of giggles from two sandy haired young boys. They are three and five and their whole world is ahead of them. My three year old loves construction trucks and the ability to say "NO" and my five year old curious as can be loves superheroes, lego, and asking "What if". We had just finished buying tomatoes at the new Mr Meat/ Jospehs Produce on Walker. It was a beautiful summer day as we had decided to go to McDonalds for ice cream. The light was green as we entered the intersection and had just turned yellow. You were blonde, quite young looking and had an older man in your passenger seat of your late model minivan. Half a second faster on my part and you would have hit us on the driver's side. Hard enough to injury or end the life of a brilliant five year old who starts SK in the fall. You may have injured or killed myself, their mom, their whole world. Driving on a hot summer day, I understand that as it is nice to get out and about yet think about your choices. The light was worth waiting for, as I slammed on my brakes to avoid being hit by you. I slammed on my brakes to spare my children the fate of meeting you and your late model mini van. I slammed on my brakes to avoid a hospital stay, to avoid picking out casket colours, to avoid the pain and heartache you would have caused. Driving may not be important to you, young, blonde, so full of life, but it is worth it to me. To be safe, responsible, and to think about the actions I do on the road and the consequences to those around me. You see, as you swerved hastily passed the vehicle which had the right of way. The lack of concern from the look on your face readily apparent on that summer afternoon. I noticed. I noticed that in the backseat of my vehicle sat my whole life conversing in a fit of giggles about ice cream in the hot summer sun. Think about them, the next time you careen through that yellow light, think about them as you nearly miss that red jeep.