Well it all started when my mother gave birth to a me on a cold, gloomy day in January. It was lunch time, so all of the nurses were pissed off cuz they had to deal with me...Oh well. This special child had "deffects", so she had to stay in the hopsital for a few extra days for closer observation. Once I left the hospital, the nightmare began- for me and my family.....I was a handful for the family, yet it wasn't any better on my side of the crib. The next few years were not any better, for I dealt with many things that a child should not have to see or hear in their whole young life. I think I could of been better off raised by a pac of wolves. As a kid growing up I often dreamed of becoming someone smart and beautiful- and guess what- God listened to me cuz I am smart and beautiful- I have a brain and I'm not missing any body parts. I am here now...