Three weeks after we moved into our new "forever" home, downsizing by half to 1700 square feet, we got a frantic phone call from our oldest daughter that there had been an accident at our new house. She was at work at the restaurant "The Slurp Shop" she and her husband own. One of the neighbors had tracked her down (our daughter lives across the street) by phone to try and reach us. We were attending a parade about 40 miles away, watching our granddaughter march with her soccer team. The only information we had, was that a car had hit our house, after losing control in the parking lot next door. Since the weather was mild, the parking lot is a church parking lot, and the police didn't think there wasn't any serious damage, we waited to see our granddaughter march past before hurrying home. It was dark when we pulled into our street, but, the street was full of emergency vehicles! Much to our relief, they were there because of a gas line leak at the house across the street, next to my daughter's house, and the area was being deemed safe and clear. We were allowed to walk to our house from where the street was blocked, while everyone finished their jobs. We walked along the side of the house that had been hit, and could see a large dent in one window frame, a couple of loose pieces of siding, and the demolished section of fence she had gone through. The driver was backing into the spot in an SUV, hit the gas instead of the brake, ran over the concrete parking curb, went through the chain link fence, over our sidewalk and hit the side of the house, according to the police report.