How i got heer. an interesting strory of how i caam heer.
It has come to my attention that you all base my life on the book by mark twain. Unfortunately, he was mistaken. though the parts are mostly true, he did not sequence them correctly. the picnic with becky came before running away. It was a grand time. but something happend when i ran away. i died. THAT is correct. when we got to the island, our raft broke, so we ocasionally worked on a new one. i wanted to make sure everyone was ok so i tried to swim the distance. i couldent make it. i drowned. but then, instead of JUST dying, i saw colors. fantastic, amazing colors. then, a feeling surrounded me and i felt serene and happy. This presense did not speak, but i knew what i was supposed to do. i knew. The reason it kept me was because it was not my time. But in this time, mere seconds to me, had been years. many, many years. i was ressurected in a lake, as if i had just come up from a dive, and i was taken aback by what i saw in the distance. buildings. Tall skyscrapers as high up as imaginable. i was awed. somehow i got to an orphanage, and i was then adopted by to lovely parents. so, that is how i got here, which you may see as extremely contraversial to the book, but it is the truth.
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