Also, here's a personal story.
>Never used greentext form but this should be fun
>Dorky me, was 10
>Had to move across the country
>I was told to pick out a single shoe box of stuff and we were leaving the rest behind
>Saddest thing I ever had to do
>Never thrown away any of my stuff before
>After a good two hours of crying and trying to decide what of my most prized possessions to take, I ended up with
>My deck of Bat Man playing cards, a swiss army knife my grandpa gave me before he died, a G.I. Joe, and a pop cap revolver.
>Everything else was hauled outside to get dumped
>I tried to keep from crying, but couldn't
>Sorta felt like a baby, and had to go inside
>Just looked around at things, like the railing on the stairs, and felt tons of nostalgia
>Of all the things that upset me, the worst was having to leave our old dog buried in the back yard
>He was my best friend, and my only friend
>Never would be able to forget him
>Couldn't go talk to him when I was sad, now
>Every time I thought of his death I just remembered the man that beat him to death
>Nobody believed me, but I saw him do it
>All I remember is the first letter of each line