When I was eight years old, I was in a go-cart accident where I lost control in a school parking lot and found myself wedged underneath a bus in a row of busses with about two and a half feet in between each bus. There was something stuck inside my chest, and I remember thinking as a child that my heart was bleeding as I looked down and saw my blood soaked body. I was airlifted to the hospital where I drifted in and out of consciousness in the emergency room. I remember bits and pieces of laying in the emergency room but the most vivid memory I have is of me being hoisted onto the bed of the catscan and laying there wanting my pillow from home. That was my last conscious thought.
Sometime after that I remember looking down at myself, and I was a camera on the wall. There wasn't a camera on the wall, that's just what I imagined myself as. I was looking at my dad holding my mom and I saw myself with my hands over my head and I thought I was dead. I just remember feeling like I wanted to help myself. I looked at the doctors in the room and just remember wanting them to leave me alone.
What seemed like seconds later I woke up in my hospital room the next day with my arms over my head and the sunlight shining in my window. I saw my mom looking at me and I remember thinking it was best to keep this to myself.