Nobody look alarmed or act funny but, I think I'm being followed. It's not that I have any proof and I really can't say why I think it, but something tells me "they" are on to me.
This was supposed to be an article about how some of the finest amusement places in the world are kept under lock and key but, instead I've been forced to drop that topic and tell you my fears; I'm being stalked by people with cameras.
My first suspicion came when someone who sounded like my dad made baby noises and called out, "Breeendaan, Brendaan, look over here." When I turned a flash went off and the rest was a blur, but I suspect it may have been a crouch-by shooting of the photographic nature.
What secrets could I be unveiling that are so deep that I must be watched? Are locked-up parks bigger than the JFK scandal? Perhaps, indeed, but clearly I'm getting too close to the truth for someone's comfort.
My question to answer ratio still exceeds ten-fold, so for now I think I'll just back away slowly until someone nabs me up and carries me away (which really happens more often than you might suspect).
I'll hire an independent private investigator to look into this matter, but I can guarantee nothing based on my budget alone.
If this is my last report I hope you will come looking for me. I'm too young to disappear the victim of a coverup. Look out for me, dear readers, I'm counting on you.
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