Perspectives

Part I

My first memory is my uncle Francis teaching me how to play in the mud, i have two uncles, Francis and George. Francis is a huge hairy black beast, talks a lot generally in a jovial mood. George is more of the quiet type, he doesnt talk too much and the other neighbors think he is a bit of a weirdo.

My childhood was pretty simple, i would play a lot with my brothers and sisters; Burt, Tommy, Christie and Tina. Uncle Francis would always lead us on new adventures in the fields surronding our home, he would always help prepare some wonderful food for us as well, those were great times, i really loved uncle francis

My Mother was always very distant, George whispered to me that she had children before, but they were gone now, my mother was quite old, she died when i was very young. all i remember was this odd creature giving her something magical, it must have been magic because my mother ran straight for it. I never saw her again, Uncle George said one day the creature will come for you too, i dont know why but it made me so excited, i finally get to see my mother again, and maybe my father.

I never did meet him, no one ever talked about him either, i dont know why but it never really bothered me untill recently.

a few weekes ago, my sister, tina hurt her leg on one of our runs, a strange creature came and picked up her up, this time it was not so pleasant, he did not have something magical with him, tina screamed and shouted, Uncle Francis was too far away to help, useless Uncle George did nothing. I never saw Tina again.

a few days later, the creature reappered, he had come for uncle George, i remember my mother was so excited, George wasnt, he looked at me and sadly said

“its my time, good bye kid”

all of us were so sad, even uncle francis, after that francis wouldnt joke any more, he would just stare out into the fields and say to himself, “my day is coming i wont go, i am not ready”

3 creatures appeared, they had the magic sticks, Francis told us to run and dont look, i didnt understand why, the creatures were giving him magic, Francis was crying when he said “I said run!!!”

the truth was their wasnt very far to run, i dont understand money but i dont think we are rich, we had a big field, and a small home…even still we ran to the edge of the field, then i saw something strange, some sort of strange animal, slient, it had many cages, with many of my neighbors, they all looked so sad, i saw them put francis on, he fought so hard, he didnt want to get in the cage, he screamed, he kicked so hard he shit on himself, the creature didnt like that and took the magic stick and pressed it hard into my uncle, he was quiet then. i dont know why but i think he saw me staring at him through the trees at the edge of the field.

thats when my childhood ended, my brothers and sisters were the oldest now, Burt was mostly like my Uncle Francis, Tommy was always very helpful, and i was quiet like Uncle George. I had a question in my mind…why were we the oldest now? why do they keep taking my neighbors, my family away from me?

George said it best…”They will come for you too”