Ever since I had that fatal accident three years ago, I made a promise to myself that I would do everything I wanted when I still had time. It was a scary moment for my parents and siblings as I slipped in and out of a comma. At some point, the doctors almost gave up on me, but I kept fighting. Thankfully, I got out of it alive and strong and with a resolve to enjoy life more because I never knew when I would actually go for good. Before the life-changing moment, I had been fearful and reserved about doing some things. In fact, I could always chicken out of seemingly difficult situations last minute. However, this accident changed everything. I would try everything I ever wished for, including smoking cannabis. So when my dad suggested a trip to Denver, I quickly looked it up. We shared a love for art, and the suggestion to visit the Denver art museum was great for both of us. He wanted us to bond, so I agreed on the condition that he would allow me to get some cannabis at the dispensaries in Denver since it was legal there. Surprisingly, he did not object and even remarked that it would be a great way to remember the old campus days. After our trip to the museum, we passed by a joint back to the hotel and bought a few products. Later that evening, after dinner, we relaxed and enjoyed smoking the cannabis we had bought earlier. It was a relaxed evening that I look back to and mark as one of the best reflective moments with my dad. It was pretty cool hanging out with him in this manner. It may have been different, but it was still good.