I begged and begged my dad to give me this sled, but, be acted like I couldn't even have it, because I didn't know how to ride. But then one morning, I came down for breakfast and there it was! Just for me, for no reason at all. I took it out... went sledding all day... my dad said "That's enough" but I couldn't stop I was having so much fun... it got late... got dark... got cold... and I got sick... my dad got sad...
What's it like to die?
Like... being born, only backwards... I remember, I didn't go where I was supposed to go... I just stayed behind, so my dad wouldn't be lonely