Something happened at nine years old that changed the outlook on my life forever. My family and I were going on a camping trip. As we were traveling in our car, we saw an accident happen in front of us. My father slammed on the breaks and veered to the left and went into the median strip of the highway. He then put the car into park and opened the car door and ran toward the accident leaving the car door open. Me being the age I was I took that to mean that it was ok to get out of the car and see what was happening. The first vehicle I came to had a women and a child both crying and scared. They were being helped out of the damaged car by two men and three ladies (one being my mother). I stopped and watched for a brief moment and walked on. The next vehicle I came to was a big semi- truck and it’s load was on its side and the front of it was tipping also. I wondered where the man was that was driving the large truck, because he was nowhere around the truck. Then out of the corner of my eye I saw a man sitting on the ground facing another vehicle rocking back and forth and screaming “OH MY GOD I did not mean to,” “OH MY GOD, I did not mean to” over and over again. As I looked over at the upside down Ford pickup truck there was my father holding a young boy who had a lot of blood on him and he was screaming “I want my Daddy!” I walked around to the other side of the pickup and smelled gasoline and oil. I looked at the road and it was covered with gas, oil, and blood. I followed the stream of blood with my eyes and found where it came from. There was a man hanging by his knees, but his knees did not look quite right. They were backwards his legs had been caught under the dashboard and broken. His arm had been ripped off by being trapped under the roof of the truck. His neck was turned in a strange way and blood and water ran from his mouth, nose, and ears. I could smell a sweet smell and wonder what it was.