It was okay I guess? I guess my dad bought me a bow and arrow set I wanted and he was going to teach me how to shoot it. My mom got me a diary. I'd just turned 8. I was really excited and happy.
Then school was out for the summer and I helped my mom at this place called the Roadhouse, wiping tables and stuff. All these interesting people came in...hunters? I loved listening to them talk. I wanted to be like my mom, keeping everyone safe and their secrets.
I woke up. It's stupid, right? That shit isn't real. I'm going crazy. I have to be. Maybe it's some supressed memory or something. I thought those were only the bad ones though...