There was history behind my username. And the story starts . . . . I was just 2 years old. My mom took me outside. It was night time and it was July. July 4th. There were things flickering in the sky. Fireflies. My mom put me on her shoulders and we walked around the yard. I caught the fireflies and gave them to my mom. She put them in a mesh cage with wiring to hold it up. By the end of that night we'd caught around 20-30 fireflies. She took a string and super glued it to the cage. When it was my bedtime she came into my room and hung the cage there. Right above my head. I watched the fireflies flicker in the darkness. I had no nightlight on. The fireflies WERE my nightlight. The next night we went back out and I release the fireflies we had caught the night before. The time I made @-fxre-flies-, June 5th, I thought of them. They were the only thing on my mind. Now everyone says I'm too old to enjoy jumping up in the sky to catch them. Now my brother calls me "loser" and "idiot" every time he possibly can. He doesn't get in trouble. The one thing, THE ONE THING, the one thing I need is to catch some fireflies put them in the cage and hang them from my ceiling. I'd say I'd die to do it but if I was dead I couldn't. I'd live to catch them. It's all I need. To stay outside catching fireflies until midnight with no one judging me and no one throwing insults at me. Just to reach up in the air and grab a firefly and it's bioluminesince and put it in that jar that I punctured holes in a few years ago. Put by my bed. It's all I need. All I ever will. And what I never will get.
