So uhm... apparently I'm supposed to tell you a story from my childhood... Can I tell you about something that happened when I was fifteen? I mean, Turner said eighteen was the limit so fifteen will work right?
So I was helping my dad out at work or like... my dad worked at a library and I liked sitting there reading books... Don't tell him that! I was supposed to help him with putting the books back on their shelves, not reading them! So I was just reading my book, minding my own business when a young girl came up to me, she was like... five or something and she asked me what I was reading about. And... I was reading a book that was about a war between two kingdoms and- I'm not going into details! The point is that it was nothing for a little girl to hear! So I told her that I was a nice fairy tale which probably was a mistake cause then she just asked me to read it for her! The only thing I was thinking about at that moment was: Where is her parents is all of this? But I never asked her and started to pretend to read the book and flipping the pages. Honestly, I must've cone up with something very weird and complicated cause I don't remember what I told her. Then her mom finally showed up and thanked me for finding her! Then I had to explain everything to my dad!
Oh well... I think Ash is next! BYE!
