It all started when I was about 6 years old. From the time I could remember, I always had a different viewpoint than everyone else, probably because I was always waist deep in my game. So, I was 6, I lived with 4 siblings, three brothers, and one sister. I was outgoing, and annoying most likely. I loved being in the sun, and being around my family. I remember one time, I had just started riding bicycles, my brothers took off down the drive, and I tried my best to follow on my Barbie themed baby bike. However, I ended up in a ditch, with cuts all over my left side. Best. Day. Ever. I was pampered by everyone, it was great. Better than fifteen cheetas doing hula hoops whilst riding on top of a uni-phant (unicorn/elephant) So, to ruin the moment, let me actually tell you about my childhood.
