I cannot remember much from these years of my life. From all of the family portraits that my mother has plastered on the walls in the entryway leading to the dining room i can see that i was happy in my own iconic way. These were the years that i explored everything, literally. Once i learned how to form understandable sentences i didn't stop talking; asking questions and i still haven't stoped. You could say that these years i am the most thankful for. They started molding me right from the start.
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This is me.
Non-FictionThis is simply me telling you the reader of who i am and how i came to be the person that i am today. Some things that you read here you might think im just making it up but through the good and bad this is 100% me. Years 1-15. Some things you read...
