"Every Race, culture, every nation, every family, and every religion has superstitions. Superstitions that go from daily events to creatures that seem impossible based on all knowledge and scientific reason. They do exist and only those who hold the superstitions to heart, stay weary and safe from the dangers that are told in the superstitions. Many believe these are just tales spoken to control children, but not I. As I, and many others know these creatures are real. For I have seen them." - Caleb Brockway

It was a cold December morning. My clock's built in alarm, that would start playing the local stations, began playing the seasonal Christmas music. I awoke and immediately knew I would struggle to leave from under my warm blankets on the bed. Anyone would have thought I lived in a meat processing plant. I began the journey from under the blankets and started my normal daily routine. As I headed downstairs to get some breakfast into my stomach. I grabbed up my plate of breakfast and sat down on the couch reading this weird but interesting Japanese comics.

"Hey kiddo, you should hurry and finish, the bus will be here soon." Said my mom waltzing into the living room.

My mother was the best and sweetest woman I have ever known. Especially growing up because most of the female teachers were not very kind and more unprofessional. Anyways, I hurried and finished my breakfast and the comics and headed onto the bus. I lived on Brockway Street in Saginaw Michigan growing up. It was a very nice street and a very good neighborhood. There was a very expensive, private Seminary High-school. I had gone there many summers to watch their football games and baseball games. Since I lived so close to the middle-school, I was one of the first children on the bus. The bus would take roughly thirty minutes to travel around Saginaw to pick up the other students. I felt very anxious and nervous and for some reason, embarrassed. I felt that all the eyes were on me that cold morning, and that everyone was talking about me. As I was leaving to move to the other side of the world. I'm not really sure why I thought it was embarrassing, yet I did and you could not change my mind.

As I entered the classroom, I was surprised to find everyone was waiting for me and they had a huge card signed by all the students in the eighth grade and the teacher. Mr. Campbell had already cancelled the days events just for me. Their was foods and drinks and a lot of sweets. He put on a movie and we partied all day long. We ate the lunch in the classroom and had the best time of our lives since we had a massive send off for Mrs. Greenwood back in the fourth grade. At the end of the day, I had many gifts and about four inches to my waist. I went home the happiest I had been all week. I was finally at peace and not a sweating, nervous and anxious mess. I ran inside the house immediately and started to pack my things for tomorrow. I was so exhausted after dinner from moving all my things and moving boxes around that I passed out in my room for the last time.

I woke up quite early for not having to go to school. It was snowing outside and it was a bit nippy in the house. I walking into the living room to booth my parents watching the television. I remember hearing that iconic news theme:

"We're coming to with some breaking news this morning. The head team at NASA responsible for monitoring the movement in space has made an announcement that a massive meteorite around thirty thousand lightyears away is heading towards earth. They don't have an estimated time when the meteorite will strike earth but they said it will not arrive anytime soon." I remember seeing my parents faces awe struck. They slowly turned their heads to see my eyes glimmering with curiosity at the sound of meteorite. Later that day the moving company came to pick up all our belongings and put them in a designated containment facility. We left the house that day and I never looked back. I remember getting a small jar of dirt from the front yard so I would have a tiny bit of home in this new and foreign land. That was the last time I stepped foot on United States' soil.