Road Trip

We all climbed into my dad’s vehicle and started 
singing along to Matthew Wilder,
“Ain’t nothin gonna break-a my stride”
I kept humming to the song
“This is my kind of music!” my dad yelled, I smiled.
 We were going on a road trip to Utah. My family had just moved to Salem, then my dad surprised the family with a trip to Utah. It was going to be a cold there so I brought my furry coat along. Slowly, we drove along the road then a car crashed into us, everybody screamed, the airbags burst, and everything went black.



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