I've always been an odd child. At least, that's what my mother always told me. She says that I was always the first to know things, even when there was no possible way for me to have known them. My brother seems to be the same way, but I'll get to that later.
I grew up in the woods. Not just any woods, though, but the woods of Northern Wisconsin. Lumberjacks, farms, snowmobiles, high blood pressure from a mostly-dairy diet, you get the picture. This also came with the unfortunate side-effect of also being somewhat rural and isolated from others, which my parents apparently desired but always freaked me out.
See, I never really felt comfortable in the woods. I don't know why, but I always got the feeling that someone was watching me. I always got goosebumps every time I had to be out in the woods at night that didn't go away until long after I was home and in bed.
More will follow to this tale. It's late, and I have things to do tomorrow.
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