So I found the reasons why they started me on medication so early in life,

I used to live on a street called Fairport in Pickering now during this time in the early 90s there was only six houses going up the left and four on the right going uphill.

We were the corner house, across the street directly was an old abandoned mansion, and across from that on the opposite side of Fairport was just a plain mud field!

Now I wasn't allowed across either side of the road at that age so one day my older friend Jason and I decided to venture to the abandoned mansion, walking to the house wasn't a real problem it was crossing the road and not getting seen by my mother, and failing the discrete objective.

A few seconds felt like minutes crossing the street without being seen, upon arrival to this big old dirty abandoned mansion was empty boxes, boxes everywhere, so we walked up to the big glass door and stuck our faces against it. No one's home we laughed and opened the door, it was almost immediately that we knew who lived here, inside of the old abandoned mansion was more boxes but these boxes were filled with knives every box upon this checkered black and white tiled floor were an unimaginable amount of knives in boxes!

we pretty much left immediately chilled by our sites we went home separately and told our parents about our misled Adventure, of course there was some suspect, but never any actions taken into why or at least that I could recall why there were so many knives within so many boxes.