Date: 7/29/2017

By Spuddle

I was in an attic, there was a large window on one wall, and a table with a box full of my dad's things. I looked through the box and found flags and pictures, I don't understand the significance of that. I put my head into the box and screamed and cried, yelling and pleading. When I came out of the box, I was fine, as of nothing had happened and went on with my day.