Everything was happening in slow motion. Panic welled up inside of me when I realized that the chunk of dirt was heavy enough to drag my 2-year-old sister into the water-filled ditch with it. I started running to the house, but 5-year-old logic said I wouldn’t be able to get my mom there in time. I ran back to the ditch, and saw her little form bobbing in the murky water, face down. I knew I had no choice but to grab that frilly pink dress as my new slip-on shoes sunk into the mud at the edge of the water. My friends watched in terror as I pulled with every ounce of strength I had.