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Most people say that when kids grow up, that they don't really remember anything important about their childhood. Their first steps, first words, first birthday, and pretty much first of everything. In all during your childhood you were drunk. No I'm not saying you were an alcoholic at 2 but everyone seems to remember everything you did but you. For me that's not the case, I remember thing no else did about me, and because of that I'm crazy. A crazy thirteen-year-old girl still believes that there are really monsters in kids closet, the crazy girl who believes that monsters scare kids for a living and a job, yep I'm that girl. I don't remember every detail about my adventure as a two-year-old in the monster's world. I remember a large fury monster with blue fur with purple poke-a-dots all over him…at least I think it was a him…. Oh well, he had a long tail and small horns on his head like a bull. There was a short green guy with one eye, he also had three toes and small horns like the large blue one. The last one still kind of scares me today, he was a large, evil, purple lizard that could change his skin design. I don't know why he scares me the most but all I know was that he was after me for some reason that I don't remember. The best way I know what they looked like was because I drew them when I was younger, but I've gotten better since then. It's been about ten years when I went to Monsters Inc. ten years since I went insane, and ten years since I've met them.