i grew up as an only child.
i lived with my parents in a small town,
a small house, in a small neighbourhood.
small was ok for me.
there was nothing wrong with being normal.
my parents never sent me to school.
they insisted that i were to be homeschooled.
so i never really made any friends.
they told me that the world was a dangerous place.
that if i were to go outside, there would be a great
chance of something bad happening to me.
as a child, i believed every word they said.
because you were expected to believe everything
that adults say.
i remember loneliness during most of my childhood.
the days i spend inside only became more and more dull.
it was boring, and i wanted to escape the walls of my house.
i wanted to see the world, not be trapped away from it.
