Opening a heavy door, a path leads to a glorious land. Murmurs and whispers flooded into my ears walking through an isle of wonder, hands waved and eyes laid on me. Confused in and out, I had asked someone where to go. Finally arriving, I enter a room with a dull light, walls painted grey, and an intruding smell of plastic. Children my age flood the room, with paper planes flying and others colliding. Sitting down on a wooden chair, drastic flashbacks fill my head. I had felt for a moment, that the abomination and terror had ended. For a first, life was at peace.