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Let’s get a childhood stories thread
Nothing specific, just childhood related
I’ll start
>be me
>maybe 3-4 years old
>we visit aunt in Poland
>sleep in nice ass room from my larger cousin
>go to mom next day and tell her about a fireman in the window
>mom freaking out a little
>whytho.hmxl
>she sleeps it off
>I’m naive and think he’s a family friend I haven’t met(military family, I don’t know a lot of it to this day)
>sleep
>next day tell mom how the fireman was in the room
>she’s freaking out, tells me to sleep in their bedroom tonight
>sure why not
>mom sleeps in that room
>everything feels off and wrong
>leaves
>asks aunt about it
Fireman died in house fire here
Never sleep in that room for rest of trip
>times up, going to Spangdahlem via train, and etc
>train starts moving
>I’m waving out window
“Anon, who are you waving to?”
“The firefighter! Don’t you see him?”
>she breaks down crying
>mfw I have a history of creepy shit
>mfw I chopped wood as a hobby since I was five
>mfw when we visited that house again, I chopped wood with an old firefighter axe
>mfw I’ve been imbued with the power of the fireman and chopped wood as a hobby because of it
