It was spring break of 2007 and I was 4 years old. As a four year old I always loved to travel to see my family and when they come to visit me and my family in Oregon I'm just as happy. I was and still am not a homebody. "Sofia would you like to come with me to pick up your Aunt Katy and Grandma Pat from the airport? My dad asked. "Yes daddy!" I said replying with enthusiasm. My mom couldn't take me because she was busy cooking dinner and my siblings had to do there homework, plus they didn't like the long drive.
Me and my dad got in the car and started to drive. While we were in the car,we talked about good memories and how I couldn't wait to see my relatives on my mom's side. When we