The story starts again somewhere lost in time. I am not sure of the exact events I just recall the more emotional times.
I went on a vacation with my parents to Nassau, the capital city of the Bahamas. We went for a ride in a glass bottom boat. All of a sudden, both parents were shot into the clear water where their bodies were immediately covered with a mass of small swarming fish. And that is the last time that I remember seeing them.
It was on vacation in some tropical place, perhaps Nassau that I saw a small girl swimming in the ocean with a little bubble strapped around her middle. The bubble was put on the back of the child so that she could float on the water and enjoy the pleasures of the sea. After seeing this, I too got a bubble. I remember a great love of both water and swimming very early in age.
Perhaps this was the same vacation that my parents were shot into the water, perhaps not. But let us get on with the more sober memories.
After my parents were lost in the water I found myself terribly alone in a strange hostile place. I was somehow picked up by a party of young adults that took me to the Mardi Gras. The Mardi Gras celebrations were happening in a place that was just opposite Nassau at the time. It was a short boat ride away. I do not remember enjoying anything about the celebrations.
I remember going, very young, to Marrakech. I believe that I went before I went to Nassau to Marrakech and at Nassau, I must have been about three or four years old. As I write I do not even know specifically where Marrakech is. And as I write the memory gets clearer. I was in Marrakech before Nassau.
You see, it was during the Mardi Gras celebration, which was somewhere in the United States, I met up with some people that I had encountered before the trip in Marrakech. It was this party of people that purchased me. I recount, remembering these people and from this memory, I recall the horror I felt at my being sold.
As to what happened afterward, I can only guess. I know that since a young age I have lived in Montreal Canada. I believe I left Montreal with my original parents to go to Nassau. But as to the events, after I was sold, I will have to see if the memory will come to me.
I do know, that until I remembered this fact, recently, I had no idea as to how exactly, Marrakech and this Mardi Gras celebration in the U.S. were related.
I went on a vacation with my parents to Nassau, the capital city of the Bahamas. We went for a ride in a glass bottom boat. All of a sudden, both parents were shot into the clear water where their bodies were immediately covered with a mass of small swarming fish. And that is the last time that I remember seeing them.
It was on vacation in some tropical place, perhaps Nassau that I saw a small girl swimming in the ocean with a little bubble strapped around her middle. The bubble was put on the back of the child so that she could float on the water and enjoy the pleasures of the sea. After seeing this, I too got a bubble. I remember a great love of both water and swimming very early in age.
Perhaps this was the same vacation that my parents were shot into the water, perhaps not. But let us get on with the more sober memories.
After my parents were lost in the water I found myself terribly alone in a strange hostile place. I was somehow picked up by a party of young adults that took me to the Mardi Gras. The Mardi Gras celebrations were happening in a place that was just opposite Nassau at the time. It was a short boat ride away. I do not remember enjoying anything about the celebrations.
I remember going, very young, to Marrakech. I believe that I went before I went to Nassau to Marrakech and at Nassau, I must have been about three or four years old. As I write I do not even know specifically where Marrakech is. And as I write the memory gets clearer. I was in Marrakech before Nassau.
You see, it was during the Mardi Gras celebration, which was somewhere in the United States, I met up with some people that I had encountered before the trip in Marrakech. It was this party of people that purchased me. I recount, remembering these people and from this memory, I recall the horror I felt at my being sold.
As to what happened afterward, I can only guess. I know that since a young age I have lived in Montreal Canada. I believe I left Montreal with my original parents to go to Nassau. But as to the events, after I was sold, I will have to see if the memory will come to me.
I do know, that until I remembered this fact, recently, I had no idea as to how exactly, Marrakech and this Mardi Gras celebration in the U.S. were related.
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