In 1971, when I was in 7th grade, there were two school buses that ran almost the same route because of the number of kids in that area. We lived along a very busy highway, my house was right on the highway, the bus stopped right in front of my house and let off my brother, sister, and I. One bus dropped off kids on one side of the highway and the other, the other side.
One day one kid, who was supposed to catch the other bus, took our bus instead. He wanted to get home 10 minutes early since my bus left first. The problem was his house was down a street across the busy 4 lane hwy.
So at the stop, the bus with fully extended flashing signs, he jumps out the bus to run across the street. The bus driver didn't know the kid was going to do this because he was hiding behind a seat, and it happened really fast. I watched the whole thing happen in slow motion, as they say.
So right when the kid went to cross the open lane where everyone was supposed to be stopped a car blew by the bus and caught the kid in mid stride. Whacked him on the leading edge of his knee so hard he flew down spinning like a top. Driver stopped. Police and ambulance came. Kid was in pain but somehow nothing was broken. He didn't want his parents to know and basically hobbled away.
Driver of the car was ticketed of course since the bus driver was an excellent witness and bus driving was his moon-lighting job after he did his 8 hour shift as a local policeman.
I occasionally bring this up to my children, when doing a safety lecture, how, if that kid had been 1/2 second faster, he would be probably been killed right in front of me.
This kid was always doing dumb things and eventually lost a leg in a motorcycle accident. I found out about the motorcycle accident when talking to his sister at our 8th grade class 40th reunion and mentioned the school bus thing. She never knew it happened and then told me about the lost leg accident.