IITO ME, LIFE WAS GREAT. I loved waking up as a girl, in my own room, in a big house, with plenty to do every day. Life was an endless adventure.
Now that I was older, and on my own, life was still an adventure.
Of course, being "on my own" started early for me. Because of that car wreck. I lived because I was in the back of that station wagon, asleep, along with the other girls from the neighbor's family. I was going with them on a vacation. But we never made it.
All I remember is something about waking up with a lot of flashing lights and noise, and something on the side of my face. Then I went back to sleep and briefly remember being hauled around through white and green hallways on some sort of bed with rolling wheels. Whatever was on my face wasn't letting me see out of that side.
