I remember when I didn't have to live in fear of these mops, I remember outside in the sunlight. Those were the best days, the days when I didn't live in fear and hunger. The only bad part was my mother, whenever I was "bad" she wouldn't let me go outside, I would say "I will be good, please let me out. I will be good." sometimes I was let out and other times I wasn't. I didn't like it when my mother wouldn't let me go outside. Maybe that's why I'm in this terrible place, maybe it is because I'm a bad kid and I'm not allowed to go outside.