Seven years ago I was 12 and my sister was 19.
Seven years ago my sister was a freshman in college.
Seven years ago my favorite person in the world got in to a horrible accident.
My sister got in to an accident with three of her friends. They were drinking. All four of them could have been killed.
Nothing has scared me more than when my parents told me that my big sister was in a car accident.
I pretty much vowed to myself not to even drink until I was 21. I've stuck with that. Unlike many people. I'm scared of bad judgments that I could make. I'm not saying that drinking is entirely bad. I know it's not. I'm just saying that I'm personally scared of it altogether.
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