Three weeks ago, my brother and I were in a really bad car accident.
My brother pick me up from soccer practice and we headed back to the house.
We were crossing an intersection when a truck drove through the red light and crashed into the side of our car. The police, fire truck, and ambulance arrived on scene to help us. The truck was much larger than our car and the car was dented and smashed and completely unrecognizable. My brother and I were taken to the hospital in the ambulance, so we could be thoroughly checked for internal bleeding and other problems. I was in the hospital for five days after the accident. The staff put me in a private room during my stay. The room was very nice. It had a separate shower, television, and central AC. I had access to a thermostat on the side of the bed, so I could adjust the indoor temperature if I was uncomfortable. I liked to keep the indoor temperature around 68 degrees. I slept really well when the AC temperature was low. I think it helped me recover from the wounds and heal faster. Even after I came home from the hospital, I still adjusted the temperature in my apartment for a week. I sleep more peacefully in cold temperatures and frigid atmospheres. My dad was from a country that barely had any warm weather, so maybe that is a part of my memory DNA. I think it would be nice to live in another country, but I would definitely pick some place with a tropical climate.