You're in the passenger seat of a car. Someone told a joke- was it your dad, your little brother, or yourself? Oh yeah, your little brother. Little 7 year old Riley. No more Riley.
The driver, your dad, was laughing. Cracking up. Meaning, or course, he was too busy laughing to pay attention to the road and it's inhabitants. Specifically, that large white commercial truck. Later your dad learned that the driver who had killed his two children was high on marijuana. After that your dad became an activist for the illegalization of recreational marijuana.
You were so happy. Smiling, showing dimples. The definition of happy. Then you weren't. The g-force of suddenly moving left threw you into the right side. You didn't really notice, though, because you were quickly crushed between your suitcase and the truck.
Lights out.
