It wasn't the plush-green mountains or a river that I was dragging my feet through to reach land for, so I could marvel at it's beauty. In fact, the most beautiful thing in this place was my son, who just happened to be standing on the other side of the bank.

The impact of crash muffled my screams as we were forced into the middle of the street; one that we had safely driven before. Now it would be littered with broken glass from the shattered enger window as it showered all over the asphalt.