And for one second as I sat in the back of the car with my eyes closed feeling the summer breeze against my face everything was perfect, I didn't care about a thing. I felt as if I were back when I was little sitting in the car with just me, my dad, and my brother, listening to Madonna singing about how DJ's should turn the record on and what it feels like for a girl as the greenery passed me by on the road trip to Kentucky. I felt safe, but this feeling wouldn't last long. It would go away as my brother parked the car and as we all walked into the house. We would all go do our different things, in different rooms and forget about what we just did, we would forget about each other, and sooner or later a fight would start and end with no one winning. As I lay in bed I hold onto that moment that the world was perfect, and I didn't feel so alone.