Yeah I'm totally okay now. It's actually kind of crazy, because apparently I blocked it out of my memory for a really long time. And then my freshman year of college I told my mom about this crazy memory I had that I was *sure* I had made up. My mom was like, "ha, yeah. That really happened."

When I was a kid I used to go to church with my aunt and uncle every Sunday, and after church, my aunt would go up in her painting studio and paint and I would mess around and play pretend or whatever in the living room. One weekend in November when I was 9, my uncle went out of town to go hunting, so my aunt and I…