Jim: High School. Not my fondest of memories, but could you blame me? We all probably regretted the things we did in high school, all for popularity. For me, back in 1967, the big popular thing at the time was skating, oh those roller skates were the bomb back way when. We rode through the streets, causing all kinds of mischievous activities.
Interviewer: As much as I would love to hear you ramble on about the 60's, in need you to explain the event.
Jim sighed, remembering why he was here. At the age of 47, things were starting to get harder to remember. But he knew he had to tell this man that sat in front of him. The man's fingers gripped a pen with the strength of the beast of the past.
Jim: Yeah sure...just please turn the lights on. I don't like it when the lights are off
Interviewer: Is the lamps light not enough for you?
The Interviewer said as he adjusted the lamp more towards his side of the table
Jim: No, I just fear the...thing...is watching from the shadows.
Interviewer: I see, I'll turn the lights on then. To ease your nerves.
The Interviewer stood up and flick a lightswitch, lighting up the small room. Jim could now better see the rooms grey walls, brown carpeting, the table that sat in front of him, the now useless lamp, and the auto tape that was recording his story.
Interviewer: Better?
Jim smiled at the Interviewer
Jim: Much
The Interviewer then took his seat
Interviewer: Back to your story.
Jim: Yeah, the day that made me never look at schools...or the concept of life and death, the same, forever.