It was a mistake to speed on our little street because everyone for blocks around would hear my dad yell, “Slow Down”.
For the person in the car, I am sure it was startling to say the least. Dad was a big man with a big voice, so I am sure they heard it, and I know that sometimes they even heeded it because the car would start slowing down.
As an adult, I have often tried to follow suit and yell, “Slow down” to cars traveling too fast on the little street we live on.
I am sure they haven’t heard me though. I’m not that big, nor does my voice carry that far, but it reminds me to slow down and that is a good thing.
Slow Down. Imagine that.