All the thing that I remember didn’t really happened.
It happened when I was five years old. My gandmother asked me if I want to go to school. She chose not to tell my father before I left. Then I imagine all my family members, my father, my brother and sister, would try their best to find me out.
My father believes.in the mountain and religion. He doesn't believe in the government.
One summer, which we called 'canned season', my father asked us to can as many peaches as possible. He told us a story. A family doesn't want their children to go to school. The feds surrounded the family and the family can not get out of the house. And maybe the next family will be us. Therefore, he asked us to store as many food as possible. One day, my.father told us that the child in the family was shot when he got out of the house. And the father was shot too when he got out and reached the child's body. So father also prepared some guns while I only had a small knife.
My father never told us the end of the story. But he always said"Maybe we will be the next one."