I knew something was wrong.

I saw it on their faces.

But I was too young to understand.

Even when they told me what had happened.

I didn’t understand.

I tried.

I really tried.

But I was too young.

I was an old man before I knew what had happened that day.

Before I knew what had been wrong.

And even then I didn’t really understand.

I guess you had to have been there to really know what happened.

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