@Caltainty the number I hate the most is 16, or December 16th, because that was when a close family friend had died in a car accident, along with his friend and her daughter. I had gotten off of school when I found my mom and dad talking to his family about his death because they were sad. (We weren't really close with the lady's family so I didn't see them) And when my mom told me I cried, so I just hate that day because it reminds me of his death, ( But I'm still gonna drop off flowers this December )it only happened last year so it's pretty recent.