In the beginning, of long ago memories that had always stayed with me. I must have been a toddler; I remember being in Mexico. It was super windy, and dirt was flying around. A bright sunny day it was, and someone that was on my left side of me aimed straight, and shot a man with the shotgun as he was walking away, he got shot in his right side of the back, four inches below his shoulder. Then I saw the shells fall hard to the ground, around one to two feet in front of my feet.

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