Memory

I'm not good at remembering things, especially when it's a memory. All the good memories I have of me having fun and enjoying are distant except one. I was walking back home from school, when I suddenly heard a car spinning, A strange smell of burning rubber. I turn back to be greeted by a drifting car in a fast motion doing 360's near me. "What is going on?" I think when I suddenly get grabbed by someone behind. I was startled. Looking back I now realize the person was trying to save me from not getting hit by the car.

The car spun and spun until it hit a brick wall. "Badum!". Before the car hit the brick wall.. I saw a glimpse of someone inside the car. It was an old man. In a maroon colored coat, with an aqua blue shirt. I didn't get any look of the man's face as my eyes first caught his colored clothes.

"Badum!" The car hit the wall. A smoky and burning smell mixed in the air, It didn't smell horrible. It smelt…unsettling and uncanny. Why was it smelling like that? I guess I'll never know. People screamed while I stood there, in the arms of an unknown man that had saved me from getting involved in the accident. I just watched.. I got a better look once all the smoke cleared off. The man had white hair and a small white beard. His head laid in the steering wheel. Unconscious.

My parents rushed from behind asking me if I was okay or if something happened to me. I didn't respond.. I just stared blankly at the car… The smoke filled-burning car. All I could smell after a while was burnt tires. My parents probably thought I was traumatized there, not speaking a word just staring. So my mother covered my eyes. What really was happening was that I was lost in my mind. I was thinking to myself, 'Sad,dying without even getting the chance to see your loved ones, one last time'. Though I was 8, I didn't know how my mind came up with a thought like that, when all I used to think about was how to level up my character in a video game I used to love.

This thought still keeps me up at night. It's transformed into a hundred thoughts.

The cause of the car accident was a brake failure. A leak in the brake lines caused the car to malfunction. The man, now, was panicking and knew that he had a very pale chance of survival. So he did the first thing his mind told him to do. Or at least that's what I suppose since he was trying to call his wife as the car got out of control. The wife picked up the phone, but perhaps it was too late as what his wife described in the interview was that when she picked up the phone all she could hear was a loud thud.. And screams. The man later was pronounced dead in the hospital.

Sad isn't it? Dying before ever getting to say that you care for a certain someone for the one last time before you leave this world.. Of course, This is just one of the hundred thoughts that spiraled from one the one thought..

It's weird how I don't remember mathematical formulas I just learnt a minute ago. I don't remember any good memories. But this one incident is drilled into my head.

That night I had a strange dream.. I woke up. not in my bed. I felt something greasy and soft touching me from behind, 'Where..am..I?' I think to myself as I'm standing up, I realize I'm in a field, a field of dead sunflowers. The sunflowers were pale white. 'How could a sunflower be this dead? that it not only had lost its colors, but it lost its significance'. I look ahead and see more dead sunflowers. The field I was standing in was huge. Very huge, I look around. All I see are dead sunflowers, Behind front beside everywhere. I look up to be greeted by a sunset. A crimson red sunset with a hint of orange mixed. I was in the middle of nowhere. I panicked, "MOM,DAD, WHERE ARE YOU". I call out in a fit of panic as tears form, You gotta remember I was still 8 when this happened. I run forward only to see more and more pale white and dark black sunflowers. An infinite field, "MOM","DAD!". Gosh. I fall on my knees. I touch the sunflowers, it feels dead like-paper?. A soft weak paper.

I suddenly hear footsteps and a strong presence behind myself. I freeze in fear, The footsteps getting closer, I feel a hand on my shoulder. The hand felt soft and soothing. It calmed me down. I look behind and see a young man, he looked quite handsome. "Wow your just a kid, How old are you?" '8' "Damn, no need to panic, your safe." He holds out a hand for me to stand up. I take his hand and stand up. 'Where am I?' "You'll find out soon, your just a kid right now." He pushed me. I fall down and...what?

Im in my bed.. in a cold sweat and left hung in the bed. Almost falling out of the bed. My blanket in the ground. Was that a dream? I don't know.

I woke up to go to my parents bedroom to tell them what just happened. It was 4 am, I noticed while going to my parents bedroom it was raining, very very heavily. A cold yet fresh smell lingered because of the rain.

I went to my parents bedroom and tried to tell them what had happened. Them of course annoyed because I ruined their sleep. Ignored me and put me back to sleep. Next morning I tried to tell them again, this time they listened. Kind of though as they just ignored it as "a child imagination and dream" I told this story countless times to everyone I'v known and every single response Iv gotten was that "it was just a dream". It wasn't a dream for me. It felt so real i thought I was actually alive. Though every single response that I have got has now been drilled on to me. So I feel a bit silly saying this. This is probably the last time Im saying this story once again. So, you better listen carefully. But now after every response. I now also believe that it was just a dream.