Has No Control Over The Past

(I’m in my mid-twenties. I’m in the car with my dad, known for being quiet and reserved, driving and talking about something that happened over a decade ago.)

Me: “I’ll never forget that. We’re in a massive Suburban, on a windy two lane road, and we hit black ice and start swerving back and forth across both lanes. You just go ‘hang on’ and start turning the wheel calmly and get the car back the right way, then just kept driving like nothing had happened.”

Dad: “Yeah. I was just trying to aim for in between the trees.”

Me: *laughs* “Wait, what?”

Dad: “Yeah, I didn’t actually think I was going to get it back under control. I was just trying to aim it between the trees instead of hitting a tree head on.”

Me: “… Well, that’s reassuring.”