This is a weird one..since i have memory i've always been weird. I remember we had a bird as a pet and me and my brothers used to play with it. Eventually the bird die (another kid accidentally stepped on it) and we buried the bird on a garden. I have memories of me secretly going out of the house and digging up the bird's "grave" and grab it's bones and cry a lot...I was probably like 6 years old and I never told anyone about this.


Whats your story?