Growing up I always felt different. I was a lost. I use to sit there and get lost in my art.I would draw for hours. I never felt I belong into this world. I never felt whole as a child. I remember going into hang out with family in Boulder, Colorado. I remember going to a park by my aunt's house. I remember seeing this see through house on top of a hill. My cousins and siblings would run off to the play ground. I would stand there staring at a house on top of this hill. I remember I would stand there and stare at it. I see the structure of the house with no walls. I see people inside doing what normal people would do. I would watch them. My aunt and uncle would always ask me what I am looking at. I do point and tell them look! They would laugh and say let's go play with everyone else.
Every year I would go back and I would see the same thing but they would have more furniture. I always thought it was normal. One year I went back and i looked and I seen the house was smoking and caught on fire from the inside. I just saw dark smoke. I think about 3 to 5 years has past. I am not sure. I remember how fascinated I was of this house.
I remember years later. I was talking to my cousin and sister. I said," Do you guys remember that see through house on that hill?" Everyone looked at me a little strange. They said," What house?"
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