When I was around 2 years old, my parents parked their car in the local shopping centre to go for some shopping, when we were finished, my dad forgot something and went to go in to buy what he forgot, my mum was deciding whether I should be left in the car or go together as a family, instead she took me out of the car and walked back into the shops, within minutes someone broke in and stolen my dad's car in daylight! as he came out he saw his car (which he bought brand few and was only few weeks old at the time) driven off by some crackhead junkie. Few days later police reported the car was dumped in the river and burnt....

Sometimes I wonder what would happen had I been in the car *plays mysterious type music* but it was never on my mind until I wrote this, and to sum up what had happened when I was a baby? Fuck, I was one lucky bitch...