A loud ringing peirced my ears as the ground came rushing towards me.  I saw something big coming my way.  A bright light.  Then nothing. 

I opened my eyes  to find myself falling head first through a tunnel.  There were so many colors,  then there were none.  I could see everything, yet there was nothing to see.  I don't think there are words that can describe the sensation but if anything, it was definately weird.

I saw the ground rushing toeatds me once again, only this time  it was different.  This time it was fulled with color, almots like the inside of a candy bucket after Halloween.  

My vision went black again.

 When I opened my eyes again I saw that instead of being brown from dirt or green from grass, the ground looked stained with various colors, almost as if someone had spread a bunch of candy wrappers on the ground and then blew over them with a flame thrower so they'd stick.  As my eyes focused more, I could see that growing out of this strange ground there were flowers of all sorts of crazy colors.  Some even looked like candy or transparent crystals.

As I got  up, I saw even more oddities.  All arounds me were ferris wheels (well there were really only two), canrival rides, food vendors and pretty much anything you could find at a carnival or amusement park, to include music coming from loud speakers over head.  Then looked to the sky.  I saw that it was night, not only that, but the moon was smiling in a sky that looked almost like a sidewalk chalk drawing with four pointed stars and empty blackness behind the deep shades of blue and purple that covered the sky.  Dispite all that cheer, there was no one to be seen.

Yet the strangest thing out of it all wasn't the ground or the flowers or the scenery or even the lack of people.  No, it was much stranger than that.  Well what is it, you ask?  The strangest thing out of all was me.  

This was my first impression of playground of the dead, the after life, and and for all intents and purposes, was my very first memory.  All I can say about myself is that I am twelve, I am a male, and I am dead.