A man once told me that in order to really see life for what is truly is; you would have to be dead. At first I didn’t believe him given the fact I was ten and had just gotten finished building a sand castle in the backyard of my step fathers’ house. Now that I’m actually dead I am now beginning to see his point. You got me. I’m dead, and believe me this is no joke. I have been dead for twelve years now. Now to tell you this wonderful tale on who I was.