Very short story. (I'm a newb)

Finish the story. Start with: Back in 1938, before...

Back in 1938, before one of the largest economic downturns in history, I was happy.

I was born to a wealthy businessman who made an exorbitant about of money in the Oil business and lived in a large estate in the New England suburbs with maids enough to nurse a small school.
Most of my afternoons were spent playing outside in the garden with the grass beneath me and the sun above me. I would have new books and toys brought to me everyweek. I had no care in the world.
On weekends my mother would bring me to the farm south of our estate to watch the horses and ponies run.
She would then sing lullabys to me gently while I fall asleep on her lap.
On occasions we would go into town to check out the new stores. My parents always relished the thought of lavishing me with gifts.

But it was not long before my blissful life came to a halt.

One cloudy day in June I woke up with a dreadful feeling. The birds outside my windows were not chirping. In fact, they were no where to be seen and the house was dead silent.

I got up, put my robes on, and headed downstairs. I was far too curious to bother getting dressed properly. Had I known what I know now, I never would have left my room...



TAKE THE NEXT STEP
If there are 1,938 reasons NOT to write, name one reason TO write that outweighs them all:

I adore writing.  I have a lot to say and a lot to share.

To me, my work is as relevant as a dish is to a chef; I want others to enjoy it and I want to be proud of it.