Test 3
Date: April 5th, 2009There was once a young boy named Tom who came from a poor family. Tom whom was six years old at the time of this story grew up believing that life was hard and cruel. His father was a drunk and unemployed most of the time and his mother left the house early and would return home very late at night most days. It was later found out that she was heavily into drugs and would prostitute herself many times a week. Tom’s father many times a week would scold him severely for the most minor of things and his mother wasn’t around enough to defend him. To Tom the world was a mean place only to be feared and withdrawn from. Tom was an only child and in his spare time when he wasn’t doing a ton of house work he would enjoy playing with the little amount of toys that he had. He may have been living in hell but when it was play time, in his mind, he was able to escape his tormented life and make believe any reality he wanted. With his toys he would build all sort of wild adventures. He would be the captain of a pirate ship seeking treasures buried all over the world, or be a knight in shining armor saving the princess from a fire breathing dragon, or be god creating the universe and the planets. In his mind during playtime he was able to control his own reality.