When I was young, my life was dull. Nothing grand ever happened. I was never really social back then. I always wanted something fun but never got it. The most exciting thing I ever did was play around with a couple of kids.
My "exciting" time ended when I entered high school. Halfway through, I had forgotten what it felt to be excited. The thrill, the adrenaline. This led to depression. Back then, it was looked down upon for men to "have mental issues" and all you had to do was "man up". I could tell no one for I feared I would be ridiculed. I just wanted a light. A bright, glimmering, shiny light. One bright enough to turn the night into day.
A few weeks later, my wish came true. It was in the morning, but the sky was dark. A bright, light appeared out of nowhere. My eyes were wide with amazement. Then it stopped. It disappeared. "No matter," I said. I could feel the adrenaline in my veins. Less than a couple seconds later, it came back. But it was much brighter than before. I saw the light... and I wish I had never known such pain. Everything before me was enveloped in light. In a beautiful light. As the light came closer, my life flashed before my eyes. I remembered this previous year. This past year, 1945, was one that was most dull. At least this year ended with my wish coming true. I found the light.