(this story is set in the same place and time as the last one) In the backyard of the house I was living in at the time, there was a large black cat. The black cat would often walk into our open kitchen, and scare almost everybody in the house. I, being a stereotypical eight year old, would encourage the cat every time to no avail. Despite this, it was still a win for my part, because it seemed li... » Continue Reading
When I was eight years old, the house I used to live in had a balcony. I'd face the way of the balcony during the night, and when I couldn't sleep, I'd watch the lizards that resided with us apparently. I tried to tell the adults in my life about them, but it didn't seem like they were listening. I should have talked about the lizards' tax evasion instead, I'm sure they'd have listened then. At fi... » Continue Reading