Twenty-Seven Ways You Can Die
What are your ways to live?
I love hearing a good sob story. Like stories about when you found out Santa isn’t real, or pathetic reasons you got fired from your job. Or how you found out that everyone will die. Here’s my story.
I was maybe six or so. I remember my family and I took a trip to some historical park. I don’t remember where. Over the years I’ve accepted that we drove up from Southern California to Washington State. I don’t remember that trip if it ever happened, but I remember being behind the backseat of whatever station wagon we were driving through whatever historical park we were visiting.
The following moment was so surreal that all else faded from memory.
I just remember my mom, dad, and sister were in the car. And maybe my grandparents.
The historical park (or wherever we were) had several bronze statues of historical figures. You know…
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