June 5, 1997 my house caught on fire. I was asleep in the back room, right beside of the laundry room. My baby sister was in the living room asleep. My parents were at our neighbors’ house, and a friend was at the house watching us. Well, my mom decided she wanted to catch up the laundry and get it all done in one day. Therefore, the dryer and washing machine had been going all day. Meaning that the wires caught on fire from them being so hot. The woman who was at our house went in to get sierra but she couldn’t get to me because the fire had started back where I was. My dad had to run in and get me. The heat is what burned me. My mom said that I didn’t look burned when I came out of the fire and when I got into the helicopter they packed me in ice. When I got to Shriners they told my mom that if they would’ve never packed me in ice I would’ve died because I would’ve kept burning. I’m a strong, happy girl. And I do believe I’m beautiful.