The day of December 1, 2000 is a day I will never forget. It was a Friday. I was involved in a car accident that changed my view on life. The accident was the scariest experience I had ever had in my life. The day had started out too good to end the same. It was something about the day that didn’t sit right in my stomach.
The day started out good, everyone woke up on the right side of the bed. Our daily routine wasn’t hectic like usual, there was usually an argument over the shower, comb, brush or something. The weather was even nice, not too cold but just cool enough for a light jacket. We all had a good day at school. But through all of that I had a bad feeling in my stomach and was wondering why it wouldn’t go away. We all continued our afternoon like a usual Friday, try to get out of the house and have fun. My younger sister and brother had already had plans to go roller skating, they just needed permission. I had usually let my oldest cousin make the plans for our weekend, but that day I wanted to stay home because the bad feeling wouldn’t go away.
As the afternoon turned into the evening my sister and brother caught a ride to the skating rink. I stayed at home taking my hair down in the bathroom mirror and picturing the next style I was going to do when my cousin had arrived. She entered the bathroom and asked me if I’d wanted to ride to Beggs with her to pick up a friend and her children. I told her just to come pick me up when she had gotten back. She begged me to go; I kept giving her excuses on why I didn’t want to ride. She finally talked me into saying yes, I sent her to my mom to get permission for me to go. My mom had come to us and said that we had to pick the kids up by 9 and bring them home then she told us we better be where we said we were going. My cousin replied “we will, let’s go Steph.” It was something about that conversation that upset my stomach.
We got on our way to Beggs, my stomach began knotting up the...
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