Popsicle Lady

March 20th 2010, 3:19pm, Tuesday. Cold. So cold. Dark. So Dark. Where was I? Was I home? Was I lost? Mom? Dad? My name.. is Amara Smith, aged 18; living currently in the delicious countryside of England, close to Durham, Northeast. The world seemed.. fun, usually; less scary than what most told me when I turned 18. The day.. As I remember- It was bright and sunny, not a cloud in the sky, not a worry to be held as I clustered with my friends at Durham Cathedral. So calm, exciting, peaceful the world felt on that day. My senses succumbing to the delicious smells surrounding me in a whirlpool of adventure; fresh pastries, cakes and sandwiches, even hot dog stands. And then... Nothing. My world was turned upside down. I remember nothing from that point. I recall the doors of the Cathedral and nothing more, nothing less.. What happened? Is my family Okay? Am I okay? Why does it hurt so ? Mom... please help... please find me...