There have been a few moments in my life that I remember to the point that it can be classified as an episodic memory: when my girl friend and I became official, my first time stepping off the plane in Hawaii for a year at school, and most vividly, a roll-over car accident I experienced with my former roommate J.T. If there is one thing that you can love about the Spokane area, it’s the road conditions during the winter months. Note: if there was a font for “sarcasm,” it would have been used for the previous statement. It was January 18, 2011, and J.T. and I were driving back to Cheney from Spokane when the snow began to fall. As we were approaching exit 276, the one you take to get to Denny’s, we felt the car begin to get loose. As we passed the exit, the back end of the truck began to fish-tail and we knew the car was on a crash course. It’s funny, we had been talking about how pretty the landscape was with the snow, but at that moment, what made the landscape beautiful would lead to a scary moment that we would not forget. As we slid to the left, then slid to the right, we both ducked down preparing to roll. I will not forget the feeling of the car as we began to roll, and I most definitely will not forget the shock I was in when the car landed back onto it’s wheels. Though I had a slight neck ache, and some cuts on the back of my hands from the sunroof that broke on top of them, I still felt very fortunate and blessed to be in the condition I was in. Meanwhile, J.T. walked away with out a scratch! Unfortunately, his truck was totaled, but that was the least of his worries.
What? When? Where? Well, those are three details I will not forget when it comes to the accident, and that is why it is a good example of what episodic memory is to me.