At the tender age of three, I ended my cousin's life; this was the first of many. Years ago, my younger cousin tried taking my favourite toy, I made it clear that I was playing with it. He was frustrating me so I did the thing that mother taught me to do; to grab their shirt collar and pull it close in till they could not breathe, this was one of my favourite methods, but this was the first time I tried it on another human. Usually, I just use dogs or cats, this sure was a special treat! Once he was unconscious, mom handed me the long, silver, dagger and I plunged it into his spine just as I was taught, killing him instantly. The blood coated my face and body, I gave out a small sigh, I loved everything about this oozing crimson liquid. The way it shimmered like a ruby gemstone in the dying sunlight always got to me. I loved it. Mother then said that she would have to deal with her sister and her sister's husband, after all, how else would we deal with the fact that their child is dead? We worked hard that day. I was sent to start digging the three holes while mom took care of my aunt and uncle. That added 3 more holes to the 34. Mother was so proud of me that night, I could not help but recall the affection she gave me the day I took my first life.