I live in a beautiful paradise full of excitement, love and friends. Everyone around me was kind and thoughtful. They gave me the tools to grow by nourishing me in an unstoppable way. The time has come when I finally start seeking independence. I mean, I'm only 10 years old but it's always natural for people like me to want to feel some sort of independence. I don't remember having my parents around me. I grew up in a place full of kids like me where they try to sell us, kids, like candy. We're like the candy store in town, but for grown-up couples. It's called “a-dop-pla…c..e?” I don't know what this place is called but I just know that it sounds complicated. The people in this place, although kind and caring, are usually strict about children leaving the premises. They watch us like dragons trying to protect the princess on the highest tower. Except, in this case, there are no princesses or dragons, they can't even spit out those amazing flaming fires that dragons make! But I guess you could say they look like dragons and smell like dragons. Eventually I couldn't take it anymore, so I begged this lady who works in our candy shop to let me play outside. Not so surprisingly, he said no. But I knew there would be a big event tomorrow. It's a bit like auctioning off candy, except we're kids who want to be protected. So I developed an effective escape plan. That night excitement floated through my body. A hint of anticipation for the next day could not be abolished. I laboriously forced my evil, killjoy thoughts to ooze out and overwhelm my body and mind. I still wonder if I got any sleep that night. But I did it. I slept soundly and comfortably, but subconsciously struggling against those evil impulses that are in the middle of the paper, I began to tremble and my heart to pound. I immediately remembered that that little girl was me. It all makes sense now. The candy store isn't actually a candy store. It's a heavenly place, but not quite. It's where people stay between heaven and hell as they search for answers before going to their respective places. I stood there stiffly in awe, realizing that I was the lost soul, lingering in a place where memories and dreams were shattered. This was the missing piece of the puzzle I had always been looking for. I finally feel complete. I started crying with relief and enjoyment. “I can finally rest,” I blissfully uttered. A ray of light shines upon me, as I hear my name echoing again and again and slowly I rise up and find myself in the place where I truly belong, full of love, happiness and tranquility called, heaven.