This represents the front of a car from a toddler’s eye view.

Somehow I had escaped and gotten into the street.   After coming to a screeching halt, a scared-to-death man got out, and my father came running over, and carried me into their upstairs apartment.  I  remember lying on my bed after I had been punished.  My feeling on looking back at this, is just matter-of fact.  I  simply have these visual memories.