A new image appeared, I was in an small, old, grocery store, it had a trough of iced fish and meat running down the center. The walls were lined with fresh fruits and vegetables, two displays of baked goods flanked the sliding doors in the font of the store.

It was 'Shop Small Grocery', a cheesy name. I had come here once when my mom and I were visiting my grandparents in a different part of New York. I couldn't remember what brought me back here, nothing unusual had happened on this trip.

A bell dinged as he front door opened and nine year old me walked in. I was alone, it might seem irresponsible of my mom to send my off on my own, but my grandparents house was right around the corner.