Around 7 years old, I saw the aftermath of a motorcycle accident. The motorcycle burst in flames and the man was dismembered. I vividly remember seeing them put a burnt arm in a bag before my mom covered my eyes.
At around 10, I had a pet bunny. It died so we buried it in the backyard. I made a cross for it out of pencils. The next morning, the hole was dug up and you could see tufts of white fur around the hole. my dad told me I could stay home from school and we went to get another one the same day.
At around 10, I had a pet bunny. It died so we buried it in the backyard. I made a cross for it out of pencils. The next morning, the hole was dug up and you could see tufts of white fur around the hole. my dad told me I could stay home from school and we went to get another one the same day.
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