"Ground, sky and houses melted into a mad palette, my ears throbbed, I was suffocating. I could not put my hands out to stop, they were wedged in between my chest and knees. I hope Jem would outrun the tire and me, or that I would be stopped by a bump in the sidewalk"
"The tire bumped on gravel, skeetered across the road, crashed into a barrier and popped me like a cork onto the pavement. Dizzy and nauseated, I lay on the cement and shook my head still, pounded my ears to silence."