The Tragedy That Changed My Life Happy go lucky were the days of my childhood. All a kid could think about was having fun. There were no worries about taking on adult responsibilities, or growing up anytime soon. You just wake up in the mornings and attack the day with hyperness and happiness. Besides, since childhood doesn't last forever, my main priority was to venture into something dangerous, carefree of any outcomes ready to present itself. At the age of four, the worst day of my childhood had finally come to seek me out. I was sitting in the living room watching television with my family when my father asked my brother if he wanted to ride with him to the store. I heard my father ask him, I wanted to go with them so that I could get some candy. My father told me no so i went outside to play until i heard the door open, then I stood on the back bumper of the truck and crouched down where i would be unseen. The vehicle started moving backwards, and before I knew it we were driving down our steep, bumpy hill and we reached the road. The vehicle started to increase in speed, and all I remember was blacking out. Everything had gone to silence; I thought i was dead. I don't remember falling off the truck, or rolling on the rough asphalt, but i do remember waking up in my brother's arms bleeding tremendously all over him while my father was panicking trying to drive me to the Shannon Fire Department for help. I was then strapped to a stretcher and rushed in an ambulance to Floyd Medical Center to recieve immediate medical attention. I had blacked out multiple times between that period. Awaken again from this terrible tragedy, the doctors placed me in a CT-scan and through my eyes everything looked as if it were the color green. A nurse injected a shot in my arm and from there on out I was asleep. The doctors started stitching my head first, it took them