4 of us were in a car wreck. Me, the rich son (of the rich lady) who was driving, a stranger, and Sheena. We were trying to find home when the rich boy took a dirt road and went up on 2 wheels and there was so much dust you couldn't see. The car turned over on its side, upside down and started filling up with gasoline. I was not worried about dying but I was disappointed that I wouldn't get to finish learning the Chopin piece I was working on. I opened one window enough to start draining out the gasoline and shook the car to see if they were breathing. The stranger and the rich boy were but it didn't look like Sheena was. Finally she came around and said, "What are you doing?" I said, "We had a car wreck, that's what." The wooden box at Grandma's was painted blue and I was suppose to collect lumber scraps from off the woodpile. A coat hanger with a 1 inch square long board was attached to it with a wire and a cylinder tube and other pieces of lumber. They were falling all over the place and I couldn't keep them in my arms so I just let them fall and they were clanging loud. My Aunt Dianne's 'medication' was on the table but I knew that just meant they could afford a doctor to write a prescription for what they wanted. She said, "Merri, don't WE want to dress up a little bit so the boys will wear suits?' I said, "Let 'em wear whatever they want to." She said, "We," but she meant me. (You)