Prophetic...

When I was seven years old, I lived in Okinawa for three years. My main toy was a rubber skeleton named Kirby. My two friends on the military base had G.I. Joe dolls. I had Kirby. The rubber skeleton. I did everything they did when play acting and I didn't think anything of having a skeleton. Neither did they. I can't remember what happened to Kirby when we left Okinawa but have vague memories. My mother says she remembers. She says I got a little coffin from some kind of board game of Barnaby Collins the vampire in the series Dark Shadows. And when we left Okinawa to come back to Hawai'i. I put Kirby in the coffin and buried him in the backyard of our military housing unit in Camp Kue. For anyone who knows me. This is so prophetically weird. More on that later...