When I was ten years old, my mom had brought me to the carnival. I ate so much cotton candy that I felt like I was gonna throw up. That's when my mom figured that it was time to go. Of course I refused, which only made her angry. As we were in the car on our way home, it started to snow. The snow looked beautiful against the dark black sky. All of a sudden I felt my mom slam on the brakes. My head hit the dashboard and everything went black. My mom died that day.
