The Last Moment of Childhood

Theme: The Last Moment of Childhood

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I remember it like yesterday. Was it yesterday? Time seems to blur lately with my depressed thoughts. That Halloween that ended my childhood and set me upon this road. A loss of childhood is a requirement of life I guess, but one that still comes as a surprise to everybody when they realize it is over. Those carefree days, gone forever, often times in a blink of an eye. Many gave contribute to that day, many that regret the choices that led to that day. Even as I lay here and listen to the voices talk about what is to be done with me. I listen as my godfather slams the refrigerator closed, I listen as my godmother cries, I even hear her blasted pet bird squawk against its cage being thrown about as people went to and fro. I close my eyes as I remember that day upon the pier when my parents said good bye to me. That day that was only a week before that terrible day, but seems so far away. The ship of iron and steel then was hit by a ship killer. And that is what that storm did. It killed the ship and along with it my parents. So as I lay her, moments after hearing the voices talk about where they would continue raising my ten-year-old self and try to think. At that moment I strengthen my mind, I create walls around my heart, and I make a vow. A vow that I will become the queen I am about to be crowned, and nobody, not even my godparents, will control my ambition to show the world I am my father’s daughter. Those voices would not be able to control my ambition to have the world fear the name, Anne Bathory. Because while I may not be Queen of my nation, I am queen of my land and my name would be feared. That I can guarantee in my last moment of childhood.

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