I freaking hate squirrels. I don't think you understand how serious I am right now! When I was 8 my grandma took me to this park where there were a lot of squirrels. I thought it was all fun and games. I would try to catch a squirrel or try to talk to them every now and then but then lunch came. I had a hotdog and I was sitting on a bench alone watching all the other kids play when I see a squirrel come next to me. I was really happy at first but then more came. I started running! There were squirrels after me and I couldn't figure out why! Millions of squirrels chasing a poor and deeply disturbed 8 year old around a park.

I started screaming as I ran and no one did anything. As I was running I tripped over a tree root and fell face first into the ground. The squirrels ATTACKED me. They were scratching me and it was traumatizing. One even bit my finger. I did the only logical thing I could think of. I threw my hot dog and the squirrels got off of me and ran after it. I cannot look a squirrel in the eye because all I see is an 8 year old me being trampled by millions of squirrels.