When you're young, the last thing on your mind is death, unless you have those occasional dreams about your loved ones leaving you and run into their room, crying and ending up sleeping in their bed. No, death isn't something youth thinks about. Then you grow up, right into your teens. That's when your friends loose their virginity or try that 'cool' drug. We loose our innocence. Our days of wearing stupid looking overalls and smothering glue into our mouth had turned into something far more sinister. Children grow into these reckless monsters , most of them at least. I don't remember alot from my childhood, only that my sister was kicked out after something my parents find too crude to discuss. I remember swinging, how the rich warmth of the sun hit my skin, the harsh, cold wind hitting my face. My heart got that rush. I shouted to go higher, the next minute I was falling forward into the concrete. Off to the hospital we went, blood poured from my knee. I ended up needing stitching and I still have the scar. That's one of the biggest memories of my childhood. Now I can memories most things that happen in my teens like; Natasha wore that hot pink two piece that made her look like a Barbie, Josh and Felicity hooked up in the boys bathroom. Those are just common things everyone knew. What no one saw was the outgoing, smiling boy who was secretly breaking on the inside, he didn't dare show the world how he truly felt because he was a 'man', he couldn't cry. How absurd! If only society hadn't of been so tough, he would still be.....
Nevermind.
Let me tell you how it all began
