A Living Nightmare?/?/?
It was a nightmare I can never forget. The moon was brilliantly shining and there was not a cloud in the sky. I looked around and saw what I thought was the inside of a wooden ship. All around me there was nothing but treasure, maps, weapons, and a giant table of freshly cooked food enough to feed a whole high school. I heard a commotion and laughter outside so I slowly walked to the main doors. The laughter was starting to grow into a hoard of shouts and growls. So I was starting to think twice about going outside. I noticed my hand was already on the knob--which was diamond encrusted. With the ship swaying side-to-side I almost felt like I was in a surrealistic atmosphere. The temptation of seeing the other side was a little too much for me to handle. I had to know what was going on.
I opened the door and saw that I was on a ship infested with pirates. Though they didn't look like any other ordinary pirates.
These were pirates from hell.
There were cannibals, eating limbs from
I feel like a part of my early childhood is nothing but a mystery to me. Just last month my parents revealed to me that I skipped a grade. 2nd grade. I was literally speechless, I wasn't aware that my parents have actually done this without me knowing that year. I always wondered why everyone else in my class was a year older than me. Apparently I was a lot smarter than the second grade class I was supposed to be in. I was able to do multiplication, division, and I used words those little kids don't use.
Um not those words!!!
Anyways, not to mention I looked a lot younger and smaller than them. I still can't accept the fact that I'm actually the same age as most of my friends who are a grade younger than me. I'm so confused. I'm still confused till this day.
But I think I know the cause to all of this. The reason for all of my confusion.
When I was 6 years old me and my parents went out to go to McDonalds. I can remember that event so clearly and vividly lik