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Growing up, my parents did always act a little strange. They weren’t like your normal parents. Sometimes they were nice and fun, other times they would yell at me and ground me for days on end.
Other times they saw things, like hallucinations. They’d talk to thin-air as if someone was standing there. Sometimes they would be in the living room, watching TV, and as I walked in they would stare at me like they had no idea who I was. Pretty weird, right?
Sometimes they saw things that scared them. Like when we were at the zoo. We were watching the monkeys as they moved about in their home, and my parents came running to me, telling me we had to leave now. They said the monkeys had escaped from their cage. We had to get out! But, as they dragged me away, I looked back at the monkeys and realized everything was perfectly normal. My parents had just been delusional.
And then there was the time at the birthday party. It was my closest friend, and he had invited me to his party. We were already around 10-years-old, but this was the first time I had ever been to a birthday party. I begged my parents to let me go, and they must have been in a good mood, because they agreed. I was so shocked and excited. I was ready to have the best day ever!
I gasped in wonder as we entered the backyard. There were tables piled with cakes and snacks and soft drinks, and another table where my friend had all his presents piled high. There was a jumping castle and a trampoline, and my friend told me there was a pinata that we would play with later on. I was so excited – I knew this was going to be so much fun.
We started playing hide-and-seek with the other kids. I’d barely been there an hour when my parents suddenly appeared. They had a wild look on their face, and were staring fearfully around. My mom was looking at the trampoline as if it was a monster. My dad was staring at the ground as if it were made of lava. They looked at me, and I walked dutifully over to them.
“Nathan, we have to go.” said mom.
“But why? I just got here!” I whined.
“Don’t argue. We’re leaving.” said dad.
I stomped my foot. “But why?” I demanded.
My mom leaned in, whispering in my ear. “Can’t you see it? The ground is moving! If we don’t