I lost my grip on te wheel. The snow on my windshield was blinding. The ice beneath my tires made my car skid into the guardrail in a sort of slow motion. I could see the front of my car hitting the railing and the hood folding back up toward me. The lights shattered and white and yellow fragments came flying up toward my windshield. The airbags inflated, slow motion, hitting my face, making my head turn sideways. My iPhone flew out of my hand and hit the passenger side window, then slammed to the floor. My dog, Erin, screeched from the backseat. I could see blood flowing from my forehead, and my one arm was broken. Slower, the time was going so much slower. I saw could hear my mom's voice from the backseat saying "Ronnie, the spaghetti is ready, come eat before it's cold." Then my dad yelling "Ron, get down here and eat!" Erin was yelping, and I could hear sirens, and see a tiny fire near the front of my car. My grandma's voice in my ear telling me to come visit her, because it was Christmas Eve and she was lonely up north...