My Story: This is my story and admittedly it’s not really a story more of a memory of something from my childhood. I hope someone has some idea of what I’m talking about and can relate. When I was very young, before starting school I lived out in the country with my family. I didn’t even remember this until my mom mentioned it to me a few years ago. I would put my ear to the ground, it didn’t matter if it was in the house, the front yard or middle of the field and I would sit there listening. One day my mom asked what I was listening to and I told her “I’m listening to the people screaming.” She told me to never do that again ever. I remember she looked really frightened. Eventually I forgot about it but now I wonder what I was hearing back then. I remember the voices, there were so many of them and I could tell that they were all in great pain but I wasn’t sure why. I just knew they were under the ground and that I could hear them. I hope someone can shed some light on this for me. I have other events from my childhood to relate, but at a later time.