I wasn’t breathing in that moment. I never was. The grass brushed on my bare legs, making me shiver. My lungs didn’t seem to want to work. I didn’t turn purple. I seemed perfectly fine. Just a girl in shorts and a shirt walking along a path. The wet stones made my boots slide and I nearly fell multiple times. I grip my oat bar packet and the crumbs fall onto the earth. The birds will enjoy that. M...