How I Lost My Daddy..

When i was 6 years old i lived in a small town with my father his wife my brother and sister..one cold august night we went on a trip to the fair to see the derby..my daddy had a little to drink not even enough to intoxicate him. considering he drank all the time..so a little bit of beer wasnt gunna phase him at all..well after the derby it was time to go home..my dad and step mom amy had brought friends with them so she was guna take them home and me and my brother rode with my daddy in his truck..(thank god my little sister kayla 1 year old at the time was with my grandma)..well me and my brother heard a really cool sounding motorcycle and we told my dad over and over how cool it sounded..knowing my dad he just had to show off how “cool” his truck sounded..we went up and down the dirt road we lived on really fast a couple times then went back to the house..my dad went next door to his friends house to ask if he wanted to go for a ride in his truck with him..daddys friend said no kuz he had been drinking and even told him not to take me and my brother back out b ut daddy told me to go ask bubba if he wanted to go back out cruisin and we both wanted to so we went back out..while heading back out we seen amy (my step mom) driving down the road to the house..but apparently she didnt see us..we went around the corner and my dad was kinda zig zagging on the road..he looked over to me and my brother and Said “I love you guys” all of a sudden out of no where the breaks wen out and the truck veered to the left and went off into the ditch my dad was then throw out of the truck and as the truck rolled about 3-4 times it rolled over the top half of his body and instantly killed him..by this time amy had already gotten to the house and realized that it was wierd that we werent home because we should have been home before her considering she had to take friends home..me and my brother got out of the truck and started running down the street..amy stopped and picked us up…..meanwhile the neighbors across the street had already called the police because i was screaming like crazy after seeing my daddy laying on the ground..the police showed up and pronounced him dead at arrival..My brother and i had to go to the hospital to get checked out and we both only had a tiny scratch in the same exact place..as the years go on it gets harder..this year on august 10th was 9 years he had been gone..its hard but i try to cope with it..