There’s not a day that goes by I don’t think about the night I died. I have been hiding in the shadows for years, safe from the judgment of the world; but when I turn eighteen that will all be over. I was only 6 years old when the accident happened. My mother and father decided it was about time to take a family vacation, so along with them; myself, and my older brother all headed to Big Sur to spend five fun filled days camping….YAA!!!