They would ask me if I was sane. Or if I needed help, to answer their question. Yes I needed help, but when a doctor once asked me about me and if I was going insane. Every time he would ask I would give the same 2 different response. "Sanity Ah yes, I've heard of that....It sounds dull." Or "Oh, Sometimes I question my sanity.... quite often it replies.." When I gave the doctor those 2 answers, they sent me to the asylum.... for life. Ah Maplebrook Asylum, I'm known pretty well there, I've been checked out there since I was 3 years old and I thought my hand was bitten by a dragon and I actually felt the pain. My parents are filthy rich sooo, they can deal with the bills. But when I'm there I meet a group of five people who made realize I'm not crazy... just mentally hilarious..