They say your life flashes before your eyes whenever you encounter a near-death experience, and I can attest that unlike most sayings, this is true. I was heading home from my friend’s house at 3:30 pm. Around 2 minutes into the drive my phone buzzed. Since there were no cars around I decided to forgo what my drivers’ ed instructors drilled into me and picked up my phone. Turns out I left my bag at my friend’s house, again. After reading his text, I decided to text him back so that he could return my bag to me tomorrow. That was the spark that ignited the fire. Little did I know that while I was clicking send an intersection was dead ahead, and my lane had a red light. I put my phone down just in time to see what I was about to run into multiple 5-15 ton behemoths traveling at 60 miles per an hour. I had two options, try my luck with the metallic monsters before me or swerve. Therefore, I did what any reasonable person would do, swerve. I think the car rolled about 8 or 9 times, but to be frank this is not a reliable estimate since I lost consciousness at five. However, if I had a choice I would have lost consciousness at one since it would have saved me a lot of pain, emotional pain to be specific. You see, every time the car rolled I was in a different time and place. The first time it rolled I was 1, taking my first steps. The second time it rolled I was 5, sitting in my father’s lap while he read me a bedtime story. All the other times the car rolled followed this pattern: me reliving a cherished childhood memory. A couple of days after the crash I woke up in a hospital bed with my friends and family surrounding me. The doctor said I was lucky; in fact, he was amazed I even survived. It’s really painful reliving this story as I write it down, but I need to do it for your sake. I not only want to save you from making the same mistake I made but from all the pain that comes with it as well.