Mmk, I guess I should have explained it this mornin but I was still groggy from waking up so I was lazy.
My baby sister gettin kidnapped.
In Kindergard(t?)en, the teacher had us draw a picture of our worste day ever. OK this is age 5, how much bad stuff had happened to you? So I had nothing, and in Josh style when I got nothing, I bluff. So since we were too young to write, the teacher went around asking us what the pictures were of, I get to her and she apologises for my loss etc etc. Turns out these pictures were to decorate the room for when the parents come in and meet the teacher.
My parents walk in and my teacher immediately starts apologising for our loss and wondering how I was dealing with it and just making sure that I didn't have any issues that she needed to be aware of. My mom and Dad were both very puzzled, so I get questioned as to what I was talking about. In a very cute childish voice I said "They never told me it had to be true." And so started the path or borderline answers and truth dodgeing that has carried on to this day. XD