Month: November 2022

The first memories I have is of a small boy about four years old. I hurt and am scared, I’m on the floor, I look up, my bed is way up. I’ve fallen out of my bunk bed. Someone is on the lower bed so I must have been on the top bed, so far…

I don’t remember about coming here. It was a small farm on a dirt road in Lyndeborough New Hampshire. There was a house and a barn. The gravel driveway separated the house from the barn and continued on through a gate to the fields out back. This is when I found out I really had…