Short story's

Chapter 2.

Do you remember reading story's that went "once upon a time"? It's very cliche and to my generation "old". I can not believe I am old enough to say my generation, I remember being told to respect your elders, and to come home before dark. Now a days, respect is a foreign langue kids fail to recognize and what is home, before dark? Is that even a thing anymore.

Passing the years as they go by makes you really value and appreciate more. I am surround my chaos. That is my norm, without it I think I'd go crazy. What even is a life without chaos.