Car crash memories

I looked at this picture which I found while cleaning my closet. It's from back when my family and I were in a car crash in Germany. The car got pretty beaten by our own camping wagon. Sick shit, but luckily no one was harmed.
Ever since the accident I've been afraid of Kassel and its hills. Always get nervous when I get near that city.

Looking at the picture I wonder. Why are both my brother and I dressed in red? It seems very odd. Very curious, but very fortunate it turned out, my father and I had switched seats so that I was in the middle seat of the car while he had the right back seat. The exact side of the car which got most wound up in the crash. He had a pillow against the window so the only thing getting hurt when the glass wagon smashed against the window spitting glass splinters in every direction was my dad's arm.

Luck.