JazzJuicebox

It was snowy in February 2002. I know, I might sound like an old person talking but… Truthfully I am only 9-years-old at this time. My family and I were driving home after a weekend vacation in a nearby village. While driving back, Father decided to take a short cut since it was already night and he wanted to get home as quick as he could. Mother said not to, and to just drive the same way we got to the village. But he insisted. So we took a short cut. I at the time was very sleepy to speak but was still awake. Then all of a sudden I heard Mother and Father scream in terror. The car didn’t even feel like it was on the road anymore.