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 It all began when I was about 9 years old.You know the story,innocent,trustworthy,and naive.Playing in the park with some neighborhood kids when, one of their older brothers came over to are group and asked for some volunteers to go to the A & P to get some sodas,chips, and candy. He said he had an idea for a club house made from boxes and that when we finished we would have a party. Well everyone was very excited due to the fact that he was one of the kool older boys and he wasn't teasing us. We while 4 of the other kids went to the store me and two other boys where instructed to clear out a space in the woods and he sent his sister to get the boxes from the parking lot nearby.Shortly after everyone left he pull out what seemed to be a plastic bag with honey in it.He then proceeded to place the bag to his mouth and began to breath in and out.When asked what he was doing he said he was making cartoons and that we too could do this if we did what he was doing.The only thing we could remember after that was being at a small lake striped to our undies.He was sleep and we ran, and vowed not to talk about it to anyone. We do remember having lot of round red marks on a few unspeakable places of our bodies and a strange taste in our mouths.The next time I experienced that taste was when I was 14 years old and it was my childhood best friend and he tasted mine simultaneously. Well I'll stop here due to the fact someone jumped into the water that still cant swim
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 In the beginning there was a boy born to a abusive farther a hard working alcoholic mother, who did evreything I her power her 2 boys. My younger brotheer was brought into a world that was already starting to change, just like his older brother.This isa a tale of a man who would not quit, could not cry , as you will learn should have stayed with the tigers
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