I keep having flash backs of my child hood. One in peticular. Me underneath the trailor with my dog rusty. He was a rusty colored big poodle. I loved him so much. He was the only one that understood me. I could go and talk to him under the trailor and he would lick my tears, and whine as if he could feel my pain. I had gotten slapped in the face twice by my step dad when I was like six years old. My mom told him I was upsetting her and causing her seizures. I was so confused. So I would go outside and climb under the trailor with my dog rusty, and talk and talk, and cry and cry. When my rusty died i was devistated. He was electricuted when we were out out camping, and he wasn't grounded, and lightning hit the ground, and he was dead.
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