This was my first memory of being alive- I dreamed I was two years old and in a white “Scooby Doo” van. We were driving through a sandstorm. It was coming in the door and loud like a sand machine. My parents were upset, the police stopped us. When we got out the white van was silver.

I thought this was a dream until I was 16. My dad said when driving in Arizona when I was little, they drove through a sandstorm. It sandblasted the paint off the van.