When i was three i had a brother , Morgan, who was 1. He was my best friend i would do everything with him. One morning we got up early to jump on the top bunk. He was too small to climb the latter so i had to help him up it. Anyways we started jumping on the bed having the time of our lives. Morgan slipped and fell in between the top bunk bed and the wall. His neck became entraped causing him to hang up on his neck. I immediatley knew there was something wrong running to moms room shaking her. She would not wake shrugging me off.. everything was a blur to me after that. I lost my brother that day ;[.