The Bones

IT ALL STARTED WHEN I WAS YOUNG

Growing up I was hugely interested in the study of bones, probably starting when I found my first one. I remember it being when I was around 7 years of age, out in the woods by my old house. (I would always play outside and explore those woods, because people didn't worry back then like they do now.) As I was walking around one day, I saw something white on the ground. Well not really white, but that...bone color. When I got closer I saw that it was a bone! Not just a animal bone, but a real human bone! I wasn't scared at all...it was actually pretty cool. It looked like a small hand actually, but what got me is it only had 3 fingers, and it looked kind of messed up...but it looked really cool! After running back to my house, and of course not telling my mom about it, I hid it in my box under my bed.

IT DIDN'T END THERE

I found a few more bones actually, just the next day after that! I found them in a whole in the woods, and they look alot like the other one I found! One that looked like a hand, which also had only like...2 fingers, but then the other ones were just ribs or something like that. I also hid those under my bed.

MY MOTHER GOT WORRIED

I think I should have hid them better, because my mom found them. I feel so bad for making her worry, so after she found them I hid all the other ones in a box outside, really out of sight! It looks like I have a whole collection of bones...I felt just like a scientist! Everyday after school I would go out and look at the bones and try to match them up, because I had a whole bunch. It wouldv'e been so cool if I could have made a whole skeleton!

AND ONCE MY DAD CAUGHT ME WITH THEM

I shouldn't of been so close to where he could see me while mowing the lawn. He ran over and carried me inside, and then put me in time out. I heard my mother sobbing and my dad seemed really mad...so I went to sleep. I woke up though when the cops came in my room and started talking with me...I was really confused. They kept asking me questions...I was really scared. They carried me out the door and put me in the police car..but I wasn't really scared, just a little confused.

THEY ASKED ME WHAT I'VE ALWAYS WANTED TO BE WHEN I GREW UP

And I told them that I have always wanted to be one of those scientist guys who studies bones. But I don't think they believed me. They asked me a bunch of other questions...but I just got more scared then. They put me in this...little room and I think I stayed there overnight. I was still really confused...I just wanted to be like a scientist! The kind who examines bones and dead bodies, you know? But I just don't think they liked it when they found my fingerprints on my deformed brother in the woods...

(MAYBE I SHOULD HAVE HID HIM BETTER)