The worst day of my life

The Worst Day of My Life


Waking at 5:00am on the day of September 5 1998, Labor day weekend was suppose to be a day of joy. However, it turned out to be the worst day of my life. That morning, I was preparing to go to the Lynard Skynard concert up at Darien Lake, with my boyfriend Jim. When the phone rang, it was my mother warning me. “It’s Labor day weekend, not to drink and drive.” I told her, don’t worry ma, Jim’s driving so everything is going to be alright.” As I hung up the phone, I had a strange premonition that something bad was going to happen. I shrugged it off and I wasn’t going to let anything ruin my day.
During our three hour drive, we played the music loud, sang, talked about how great it was to be kid free for the day. We continued to talk about what we were going to do when we got there, just making small talk to pass t...