There was a tree.

A tree with a used tire tied to a skinny rope that was attached to a thick, long branch. The leaves were bright green and danced as the wind sang a sweet tune. The grass was soft, especially when he ran on it, he rarely wore shoes or socks, it drove his parents mad as he would often track dirt into the house because of it. They didn't like mud or dirt, or the bugs that he occasionally brought in. He stopped after his dad snatched a little worm from his hand and tossed him outside as if it was worth nothing.

He liked that tree. He liked that swing. He liked that worm.

"...mus."

There was a dog house too, bright red with wooden name planted nailed on top with the name "SPOT" in big, crooked letters, having been painted by a five year, hence the reason the 'S and 'P' were backward. Spot wasn't spotted at all actually, he was all black with brown eyes. His parents didn't like the name, it didn't make sense to them. They tried naming him Buddy but he only responded to Spot, after a while, they gave in and allowed him to paint his proper name on the wooden plank.

He liked that dog.

"...emus."

There were many things in their backyard, but he remembered his ball. It was bouncy and bright yellow with a blue star. He would play with it, usually by himself. Sometimes with Spot. Sometimes with the neighbor's son as well. He was alright, he couldn't catch the ball very well though. He let him be though, his parents had told him he was younger than him so he couldn't always match his skill and energy and he would have to show him how certain games worked. He was three years younger than Remus, with chubby cheeks and a bright smile. It was kinda cute.

He liked that ball. He liked the neighbor's son.

"Remus."

Remus' head snapped from the laminated glass towards the voice. He blinked, and then he grinned at his reflection in the doctor's glasses.

"Sorry, Doc! My mind tends to wander," He cackles, pressing a finger to his temple. "Think there's a missing bolt in there!" His voice was loud, he had a habit of being noisy. The doctor didn't seem to mind his volume, used to it by now. Their sessions started a week ago. Remus was surprised this one lasted so long! Usually, they transfer after two sessions.

"I asked you if you remembered." He asks, his voice calm and inexpressive.

Remus tilted his head, but his smile didn't falter. "Remember what? Screws loose remember? Tends to fuck with my memory!"

Logan sighed, in what Remus suspected was exasperation, and stared him in the eye, something most of the doctors and nurses before him had struggled with.

"I asked if you remembered killing your family Remus."