My name is Sally I am 27 years old. I was born on December 18, 1990. When I was eight I was in a car accident. My mom died, and my dad was forever paralyzed, but died shortly after. I have 2 other siblings a sister named Ally and a brother named Johnny. My sister died too, she was 13.

My brother wasn’t in the car at the time, but he was 5. I can recall the exact day when we were going to a picnic; May 30th, 1998. It was sunny and nice, the air was fresh and still. Not too warm but not too cold.

It was utter perfection.

The picnic was for my parents work, they worked in a chain of nursing homes. We were driving down the highway 30 minutes away from home and 10 minutes until we arrived the picnic. The last thing I remember seeing was a bird… but something was off, the bird wasn’t right. Something was clearly off.

It was the color of the ocean, wood, and grass, with a blue neck. Its wing hinted with green, until it slowly melted into a brown, the wing was also spotted with dark blue. I’ve been told that it has a name, it’s called a peacock. A loud bang followed because its wings flared out, it was beautiful.

That’s the last thing I remember, that’s all I remember.

They told me I have a memory problem, I can remember everything up to the accident, but I can’t seem to recall what the last 19 years of my life have been like, so I decided to start a book, so I can remember what happened, so I remember where I am, and who I’ve become.