I was 10 years old when I had my first paranormal encounter. It was a cold winter day and had my mother fetch me a cup of hot cocoa from the kitchen. She asked why, and I told her "but meeeerm I want hot cocoa!" With a quick "okay poopsikins" she did my bidding. I sat on the couch watching a Canadian television show for about a half hour when she came back and gave me a large mug of chocolate-brown liquid. It had been a bad day and it was only getting worse. There were no marshmallows in the cup. I told her again "but meeerm there's no marshmallows! I want marshmallows in my cocoa! What do I look like, some sort of homeless child?!" She quickly realized her mistake and with a "sorry poopsidoodle" she went off to the local grocery store to buy marshmallows. I drank the cocoa that she gave me and waited for about a half hour for her to return and for another half hour for her to finally bring me a second cup of cocoa. She handed it to me and I looked into the cup to find 5 large marshmallows swimming in a sea of chocolatey goodness. To my annoyance, one of the marshmallows started talking. I asked the marshmallow what it wanted - why was it in my cocoa? It said "can I get about tree fiddy?" I then realized that the marshmallow was eight stories tall and was a crustacean from the protozoic era! I yelled "merrmm there's a loch-ness monster in my cocoa!" That was the moment I realized that I wanted to be a sixteen story tall stay-puff marshmallow man.
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