I was twelve years old enjoying my summer after fifth grade. My two cousins, Blake and Lacy, my aunt 's boyfriend, Chris, and his daughter, Emily, and I hopped in Chris 's old ford truck. All of us kids had been bulldozing down trees in the forest behind the house all day and decided that we wanted to build a tree house. We were headed to town to buy supplies for the tree house. As we were all getting in the truck there was no room in the front for all of us, so Blake and I jumped in the back bed of the truck, not knowing this would be a choice that would change our lives, and would be remembered forever. After getting supplies in town we were driving home on the back road. This was past Coeur d 'Alene, Idaho, between Sandpoint and Athol. We were on a dusty, gravel road with trees on both sides of the road with miles of forest behind them. It was a beautiful sunny day and Blake and I were laughing so hard bouncing around in the back. We were having a great time until the truck went out of control and began to tip. The next thing I remember was gripping onto the side so hard that I could have bent the metal on the side of the bed. I clung on tight while Blake flew out in mid air and hit a tree. Unfortunately because I held on, the truck ended up on top of me, pinning me underneath it. There were some logs, that were luckily lying on the side of the road, that held the truck up just enough so that the truck didn 't completely smash me, if they hadn 't have been there I would have been crushed and killed. We were miles from home or from any houses or people who could help us. My cousin Lacy, who had a broken nose and cut up face from smashing into the windshield, took off running for help. Her face was bleeding horribly while she ran three miles before finding a house. Just our luck, the first house she came to, the people that lived there didn 't have a phone so they drove Lacy to the next house to call 911. In
I was twelve years old enjoying my summer after fifth grade. My two cousins, Blake and Lacy, my aunt 's boyfriend, Chris, and his daughter, Emily, and I hopped in Chris 's old ford truck. All of us kids had been bulldozing down trees in the forest behind the house all day and decided that we wanted to build a tree house. We were headed to town to buy supplies for the tree house. As we were all getting in the truck there was no room in the front for all of us, so Blake and I jumped in the back bed of the truck, not knowing this would be a choice that would change our lives, and would be remembered forever. After getting supplies in town we were driving home on the back road. This was past Coeur d 'Alene, Idaho, between Sandpoint and Athol. We were on a dusty, gravel road with trees on both sides of the road with miles of forest behind them. It was a beautiful sunny day and Blake and I were laughing so hard bouncing around in the back. We were having a great time until the truck went out of control and began to tip. The next thing I remember was gripping onto the side so hard that I could have bent the metal on the side of the bed. I clung on tight while Blake flew out in mid air and hit a tree. Unfortunately because I held on, the truck ended up on top of me, pinning me underneath it. There were some logs, that were luckily lying on the side of the road, that held the truck up just enough so that the truck didn 't completely smash me, if they hadn 't have been there I would have been crushed and killed. We were miles from home or from any houses or people who could help us. My cousin Lacy, who had a broken nose and cut up face from smashing into the windshield, took off running for help. Her face was bleeding horribly while she ran three miles before finding a house. Just our luck, the first house she came to, the people that lived there didn 't have a phone so they drove Lacy to the next house to call 911. In