I always buckle up now, it's state law. I usually did anyway, but the one time I was in a car accident and hadn't buckled in, it probably saved me. We were in my sister's 1969 Ford Falcon - had-me-down car from my grandfather, then big brother. So it was an old car, 15 years old, and built like a tank. We were on the curves of the infamous Southeast Expressway in Boston, and a ladder had fallen off a truck into the lane we were traveling in. A light rain had just begun to fall, so when my sister braked to avoid the ladder, we ended up skidding straight across 4 or 5 lanes of traffic, and hit the guardrail head-on, leaving us perpendicular to oncoming traffic. A much newer, smaller car couldn't stop in time and hit us pretty hard, right in the passenger side door. Had I been wearing my seatbelt, I would have been strapped TO that door, but as there were three of us in the front seat, I ended up just bouncing into the lap of the girl in the middle. The worst injury was my sister ended up with a gash on her knee from where it hit the CB radio mount under the dash.
And much to, I think, the policemen's bemusement, my life-size Raggedy Ann doll and pumpkin rode in the cruiser with us, as they got us off the highway. Neither of them were injured either.
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