It was sometime in the 90s. You were a 12 year old boy who lived in a snowy rural town. There wasn’t many other kids to play with, so each of you were friends. But you were the outcast. Everyone was nice, but everyone thought you were weird.

It felt like parents were never home, you and everyone were just playing at the park, or walking around the town.

Your parents were really never home. You just room care of yourself. You were always very quiet. Maybe that’s why they thought you were weird.

It was early on Saturday, and you were walking about the town.