When I was 4 years old, I always rode my favorite big wheel out in my back yard every morning.
One morning I was riding my big wheel and I saw a orange butterfly flying around. The next thing you know the butterfly crashed in to my forehead, I thought it was attacking me. I left my bike and ran to the back door of the house. Ever since then I would run from butterflies. The White butterflies chase me the most.
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