My most personal childhood experience was when I was a sophomore in high school and my best friend died. It was a beautiful spring day and before she picked me up for school that morning she ran into my house to help me grab my track bags for my meet after school. We got in the car and took off; blasting and screaming the words to every song that played on the radio. I helped her into school that one last day before she got her air cast off her right foot. I didn't really see her much in school that day but she came to my track meet after school and we talked for a little.
When I was leaving my meet, my friend Tara pulled me aside and said, "Ashley don't freak out but Mallory got into a really bad car accident and was just medivaced." I froze. I didn't know what to do. I ran to the car and as I was leaving the parking lot with my parents, we drove by the softball field, where Mallory's dad was waiting for her to show up. As I drove by, I begged my parents to let me out so I could tell him what happened. We kept driving, and as I turned around the police were pulling in to tell him the worst news any parent would want to hear.
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