Idk what this is. I found it deep within my notes and thought I should post it. enjoy x
I learned the consequences life came with very early on in life, my father made sure of that. He would take me hunting. We would go out into the woods and shoot dear. But that wasn't enough of a lesson. He would take me into his "work" to help him; I was 8 at the time. But for 8 years old I was one good shooter, I would often have to practice my shooting on a sheet of painted plywood . At some point the sheet was swapped out with a mattress and then a person. I was a monster. Though I didn't realise it at the time. As far as I was concerned I was making my father proud. But he would never congratulate me, he was never proud of me, all he would do was tell me to try harder next time.
