I don't remember anything before age four. Only, certain things I shouldn't experience. Now on with My story. For those of you who care.
My family and I had to attend some random new years party. And I think this was a Christian type or Catholic. I'm not sure. I'm not religious. We were doing the rising of baby Jesus or what do you call it? I'm not sure.
We had to sing songs that I could barely sing to. I only hummed. And this is where it all happens. We were in those white big tent things for parties I think. It was the first time I've actually ever seen one. And under the plastic roof were some of those spiral things.
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The people passed down some mini colorful candles to everyone. And from the last time I went to one of these things, (when I was 11) I thought how they could trust such small children with fire. But I've never seen anyone but me do what I did.
The people started lighting their candles up using other peoples fire until they got to me. The stupid was thing started melting on me and that stuff really hurts. Then everyone faced the baby Jesus and started singing again. And because I was bored, I looked at the swirly things and put my candle next to it. I was on a chair so I was able to reach it. I put it and it started burning. And the best\worst part, there was a man near the burning swirly thing. I somehow started laughing and that's when a woman pointed out.
She pointed to the fire and the man quickly turned. He was lucky the fire didn't burn his hair because it was about to. I was pretty sad. I wished to see someone burn. But no. Nobody knew what to do with the burning thing and I just laughed. And when the people finally put it out, nobody had a client who set it on fire. And I was just there like 'my candle can't go that high'!
And that was such a great time. Enjoying watching people panic. Laughing like a maniac at someone who could have burned alive because of me. It was all a dream. And it was great.
More and more similar and not so similar things happened and that is until I've been caught. I got sent to some mental institution when in was right for about six months. And I went recently 2020 around June to August as well. But I was lucky enough to only be there for about two-three months. But the good part was, I was able to freely laugh at people because was mentally ill.
If you people want to know about anything else, feel free to ask.
