I remember like it was just resterday. A day not to be returned - as they called it. People in the world sometime wonder if they have spent their 'precious' time doing uneccesary things, but noboy has lived like me. I used to live on the 3rd street across from 'Darkwood Manor Graveyard' where my long dead and great ancestors were buried. It was kind of fun. Every day, i would go and visit the graveyard after school and talk to my grandad (like he was there). I remember people walking by, and giving me an un-called for glare every now and then, or a whisper quiet enough to be a whisper, but loud enough for me to hear, probably saying in their