It was one of the best times of my life.
My family and I were celebrating my birthday with friends and family, and I was going to a party for a film crew.
Suddenly, I heard a loud bang, and a loud thud.
I turned around to see that a car had crashed into a wall, with a large black hole in the front of it.
I looked down and saw my friends and they were all gone.
I saw their faces and I couldn’t take it anymore.
I called them.
They told me they had been in the same car, and had been hit by a car.
I was shocked.
What was I doing?
Why were they in the car?
My mother and my sister called me.
I thought that they were just trying to save their friends.
I didn’t know what to think.
What had I done?
My father called my mother, who told him that my brother was in the hospital.
She went to the hospital herself and took me in to see him.
My mother was so worried, but I said that it was nothing serious.
My brother was dead.
My father asked me if I knew how to skate, and told me that it had to be taught to my son.
I took my skateboard and told him what to do.
He did, and it was my favorite time of my entire life.