This one was tough because I think extremely highly of Khaled Hosseini's The Kite Runner. Hopefully I didn't disgrace it too much. To join in or read the other contributions go here.
I became what I am today at the age of twelve, on a frigid overcast day in the winter of 1975. I remember the exact moment, crouching behind a crumbling wall, peeking into the alley near the frozen creek. That was a long time ago, but it's wrong what they say about the past, I've learned, about how you can bury it. Because the past has a way of clawing its way out. Looking back now, I realize I have been peeking into that deserted alley for the last twenty-six years.
I didn't plan for any of it to happen. If I had known he would turn out this way I never would have wasted a second thought on him. It was what I saw that day on a frigid overcast day in the winter of 1975 that changed my life forever. I remember the precise moment, hiding behind an old dumpster with the wind from the frozen lake chilling me. It was a long time ago, but I've learned that what they say about being able to bury the past is wrong. The past has a way of forcing its way back into our lives. Looking back, I realize I've been stuck in that moment in time for the last twenty-six years.
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