I live next to a cematary and one day I got brave and walked around looking at all of the grave stones.... I thought that it was neat.... So I went back home and talked it over with my mom and she said it would be ok if I pick some of her lilacs to put on each of the head stones...... The next day I went out and pick an arm full of lilac flowers and walked over to the cematary... I was walking along slowly humming to myself and putting flowers on graves when I came to a grave that had my name on it.... It had my date of birth on it but that I had died on my 8th birthday.... At the time I saw it I was seven... so until my eigth birthday passed I always told everyone I was going to die.... On my eigth birthday I got a bike... I was so excited I forgot about the head stone.... I road my bike up and down the road... I was turning around when around the corner a car came flying.... I was hit by the car... They still say today I am lucky to be alive.... I went back to look ! for the head stone and I was gone.... How it changed my life:I still believe it was a warning some how and to this day I take nothing for granted... I respect everything and I am just glad I am still able to live to tell about it...
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