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Post by Spot on Aug 24, 2009 18:20:27 GMT -5
"When I was four years old, I almost drowned in the river. Of all things to remember from bein' a kid, that's the first thing that comes to mind. Water was pressing in from everywhere, I couldn't see, couldn't hear ... heck, I couldn't think! It was so scary.
The first time I shifted was ... eerily similar. I went from feeling fine, if not a little creeped out that my body kept urging me towards the river that had scared me for twelve years, to stretching and hurting. I thought my lungs had stopped working, that I was dying or going crazy. 'Is this what being insane feels like?' I wondered. And then I looked in the river.
There I was. The sandy face of a Fennec fox stared back at me. By then, I knew I was insane. When the realization finally hit me that oh my God! I can turn into a fox, I panicked and ran home. But that drowning sensation, like there was water in my mouth and ears and eyes, like I didn't have much longer to live, didn't pass until I broke down and told my brother."
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