The first thing Daisy Coleman remembers is her surprise that she was still alive.
“I was just like, I thought I was dead at first,” she said.
An incoherent Coleman, then 14, crawled to the front door of her family’s home in Maryville, Mo. It was a Sunday morning, Jan. 8, 2012, 5 a.m. Her younger brother, Tristin, and mother, Melinda, heard a thumping and at first thought it was their dogs trying to come in.