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My Memory Changed My Life

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When I was three years old My mom and I got into a huge accident. It happened when we were driving home and I don’t think that I have ever been so scared. This memory has affected my life. This single moment has been one of the scariest times in my life, and I know that I can never do it over again. “Lyli do you have your bag?” my grandma Alice asked me. I nodded and gave her a hug goodbye. I put on my shoes and took my mom’s hand. “Bye grandma, thank you!” my mom said as she shut the door. My mom took me to the car and put me in my car seat. It was a toddler seat with black stripes going across it. She buckled me in and started the car. My mom clicked in her seatbelt, and started to drive out of my grandma’s driveway. We were just about home. My mom and I were talking about what I did today at my grandma’s house. Suddenly, a red truck flew over the hill. My mom tried swerving off the road, but the truck was going too fast. It hit us really hard and for a while, everything went black. “Mom? Mom are you ok?” I asked, starting to cry. The front window was broken, but I don’t know why my mom didn’t answer me. Two men ran up to the car and pushed their faces against the window. I had no idea who these people were. I was full out crying and my mom wouldn’t talk. “MOM!” I yelled louder and louder noticing the blood on my hands. The man on the left side of the car tried to get the door open, but it wouldn’t budge. At the time I was thinking, “Hey idiot! I’m over here!” I

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