Wherever We Land

Ah, the year Snatcher was born. Let me tell you, it was a time of… well, let’s just say it was a time of change. The air crackled with a strange energy, a sense of anticipation that hung heavy in the summer months. Remember those endless days, the sun baking the asphalt, the radio crackling with static? We spent most of our time outdoors, our imaginations running wild.

That summer, something shifted. The world felt different. News reports crackled with a newfound urgency, and the adults whispered amongst themselves, their faces etched with a mixture of fear and excitement. We kids, oblivious to the deeper currents, simply soaked up the strange energy. We built elaborate forts in the woods, our games taking on a newfound intensity. There was a feeling of impending change, a sense that something extraordinary was about to happen.

And then, it did.

The news broke late one night, a grainy image flickering across the television screen. The world held its breath. Chaos ensued, of course. Panic, confusion, and a wave of disbelief washed over the nation. But amidst the chaos, there was also a strange sense of exhilaration. We were living history, witnessing the birth of something new, something… different.

The world would never be the same.

Looking back, I can’t help but smile. That year, the year Snatcher was born, was a turning point. It was a year of both excitement and wonder, a year that forever changed the course of human history.

Can you guess what year Snatcher was born?

I’m curious to see what your theories are!