I love butterflies when I was in the psycward we had a garden of sun flowers strawberries and other stuff.And they were a few green caterpillars I usually don't like bugs but they were so cute.I would pet them with one finger.Then they turned into caccoons.I saw them hatch I had one on my hand it didn't wan't to leave I was trying to teach it to fly.It finally flew away.But it would come visit me every day at the garden.They made me happy when I felt lonely in the mental hospital.I wonder if they remember me when they were caterpillars.

I couln't really go outside the only thing that was outside was the garden and the basketball court.But something bad happened.I was walking to the hallway and I saw a butterfly ripped torn in half.The only friend I had a really nice asian girl.Saw the butterfly torn in half she thought I did it and was mad at me.And I was never able to explain to her it wasen't me.I would never do such a thing.My asian she was really nice she tried making me do excersise with her and she would feed me.

I also lost my best friend because of a butterfly.So I found a blue dead butterfly I picked it up.And my friend slapped it out of my hand I got so angry at her I pulled her pants down.She tried doing the same but my pants where to tight lol.So we weren't friends no more...