The first days of my life began upon a bus. When my eyes opened I had forgotten my name, where I was, where I was going. The odd sense of wonder and fear, well, only you can quite imagine. It took me some time to accept my name I do admit. I had much anger and sadness as a child upon my recollection. It was when I was four I believe that I hit my head during a fishing trip. The sound of a crack, the world spinning out of control. After that, I began to act differently, became more quiet and introverted. Something inside me wanted to be called Doc. I hate being called Shane, you know? Not because it's my name, but because I feel like it's not.Time to time every few years I come to forget again who I was, only for a little. It always comes back. Perhaps one day when I'm gone for a little and I get back, everyone else will have forgotten too.
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