It all started one day when my dad took me to the death races. I was 10 years old when I went with my dad. We where by the forest part. The racetrack is through a log and dumps out into a big body of water. My dad and I followed the race down through an elevator in the side. It took us down underwater. Their cars where land and water vehicles so they could go underwater. It was so fun to watch until I saw someone get blown up by a torpedo. It was the first time I've ever seen someone die. I was terrified but I still ended up here in the driver seat of my own vehicle.
