Menana: A Story from my Childhood

Once upon a time, I came to Earth from another planet.

This is a true story of a slantedly true story.

Time pulls apart like taffy and then is wadded back together into a ball, so my understanding of my childhood timeline distorts with the more distance I gain between then and now. I rely mostly on my instinct alone to place my memories from an era when I never minded time or schedules, and when in doubt, I use my mother as a timekeeper, a guardian of what I could not remember for myself during my youth.

With my gut as a compass, I deem this is a story from my eighth year of life.

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