Last Summer

It was the Summer of 1881. A year before my accident took place. It was hot, and I was a bored; mischievous kid. It wasn't my intentions though..

I didn't have life figured out. Of course I didn't. People like me don't have their lives figured out. It takes time, really. I'm just a dumb kid from a town where they know I disappear often. Though it's not as though I won't come back.