Samuel Ory

Terrible memory

When I was 10 years old, a seemingly innocent encounter with a dog turned into a harrowing experience that would leave a lasting impact on my life. It was a beautiful summer afternoon, and I was walking home from school, lost in my own thoughts. As I strolled along the familiar neighborhood streets, a dog caught my attention from a distance. It was a medium-sized dog, its tail wagging with what appeared to be friendly excitement.