How it Began

Well I'll start by saying that my life began on the 18th of June, of 1996. I was the fourth child born into my family, and the first girl. For my parents it was exciting to finally have a girl, but also very different from having boys. I don't remember much from when I was young, but I remember my cute little house, and my crazy older brothers. Most people think that I, being the youngest and only girl,was a spoiled brat. Yes, this is the case in many families, but not in mine. I believe that while growing up, my brothers and I were all treated pretty equally. They didn't get the torture and teasing that I got from older brothers, but our parents lived all if us just the same. I had what seemed like the perfect life. I had all the toys I wanted, I had a fun backyard, and my best friends lived right across the street from me. Life was a dream back then. Outside everyday playing process and prince. Coming inside for Dino nuggets and ketchup for lunch. Nothing could be better. I suppose this is the beginning of my life. The easiest part. Back then I would have never imagined all that I would go through in the next few years.