There's a maze. And an ocean, a great big, beautiful ocean, and it's just on the other side of the maze. I think that's all I remember about where I was. I think I could've been any age at all and this memory would've still stuck. That's because it was the night that my parents died. Well, if I'm telling this story truthfully, then it's the night they were killed. "Died" sounds too gentle, too nice. It's not the right word for someone who was blown up.All Rights Reserved