I don't really remember my early life as a 1 year old. But the black and white photos in the crumbled scrapbook bring back the memories like they were just yesterday....One memory was my favorite[: I was about 2 years old, My family and me were at a concert, they of course don't remember who(Old people :P), I was in overalls with a mickey mouse shit underneath, with a binky in my mouth and...

My life is like a fast pacing rollercoaster :/ One day it will be going smoothly and everything will be going fine...then all of the sudden it stops. I grew up being independent, living with my grandparents and my uncle...and my dad. My dad got married at a young age and then my mom had me. Perfect family huh? Not even close! My mom left me at 6 weeks old and I didn't see her until my 4th...