I can't stand people

When i was in forth grade i had a friend named Paul. I used to go sleding down a hill in Pauls front yard. I went to school with Paul were we had show in tell. One day Paul came in and shared that 2 girls had been sleeding down the hill in his front yard that we went down. Well a man was driving along the road and hit the two girls. 1 died the othere was sereousley injured. My dad is a Balife in seperior court 3 were they do Joury tirles. Now 4 years later they are doing that trail in seperior 3. My dad comes home late from work after lising to this trail. Glad that it was not me who go hit. My mom is thick headed and dosn't seem to get the point. ever. We eat dinner. We make small talk about the chicken inchalets she cooked. Dad talks about his day. About the trail. Mom askes questions. he answeres. she askes more. he answers. My temper is growning. They bring up the fact that shoulden't the man that hit them know to watch out for sleding chirldren. Dad brings up the fact that shouldn't they have done something when I said Lary was a bad driver, they say how now they are scared about letting me go places with him. They go back to the trail. Mom continues to ask questions. I can't under stand what she dosn't understand. She just can't help but make everyone feel like shit.