Two of the times I’ve come closest to getting hit were in crosswalks when the driver appeared to look at me, the car slowed down, seeming to yield and then hit

Two of the times I’ve come closest to getting hit were in crosswalks when the driver appeared to look at me, the car slowed down, seeming to yield and then hit the gas. In the second case the driver stopped after, and told me she’d slowed because she was blinded by glare and then decided to just keep driving. I don’t even know how you teach that one to a kid — never cross the street?