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"I moved away from that place when I was young, personally I don't remember much. I've seen fragments of my early childhood from old family movies but when ever I think of the town it is nothing more than a distant memory. My mother described it as a close knit neighborhood, everyone knew everyone else's business. No matter how many times I watch the tapes I still only remember one thing about the shady quiet town, the trees. When I was little I always remember waking up in the dead of night, and hearing the whispers of the wind winding its way through the mass amount of forest. I remember trying to listen for words. I vividly remember one night, in fact the last night that I stayed in the old town. I heard someone whisper to me and they were calling my name over and over. Fascinated, I stayed up all night listening to the sweet whispers of what I presumed was the trees. When I look back on it now it sends chills down my spine but I can only blame it upon the lack of sleep and sheer desperation as a child that I wished for the trees to whisper to me."