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I dont remember much if anything about my early childhood, I have however been told many stories and shown photos of my bad behavior.

We have a photo of me crouching on the counter in the bathroom, having spread toothpaste on the entire mirror, sink, counter, cupboards and myself. My mother beleive I did it because I was angry with her.

We have a photo of me looking very angry holding up my blanket on my bed and showing all of my mother’s make up, broken and covering my entire bed/blankets.

I was told a sorry of me getting in trouble for whatever reason, being sent to my room but resisting to stay there. My mother held the door closed and I three myself against the door and walls screaming like a banshee. This scared my mother and she thought i may have been possessed.

Once my brother and I were playing at my grandma’s, when it was time to go home my grandma told us to clean up the toys. I refused. She told me “you can either clean up the toys with your brother or go stand in the corner” so i went and stupid I the corner of my own accord. She spanked me, but hey, I didn’t have to clean up the toys.

I once squeezed an entire tube of Carmex into my mother’s ear while she was napping.

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Much to my disappointment I am the only child in my family that did not go to preschool. My brother went, and years later my little sisters went, but not me.

As my birthday is in October I started school a yeast later than all the kids my age. I turned 7 a few months after kindergarten started. My teacher’s name was Mrs. Bird, and her daughter was also in my class. I had the afternoon time so i would go to school around 11 and go home around 3. I loved school and learning. My mother tells me that i refused to read with her or my father prior to kindergarten, but as soon as i was learning it in school I was obsessed, a quick learner, and rapidly moving to much higher grade level books. It was hard for my teacher to keep up. It was discussed for me to move up a grade, but i did not.

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When i was 4 we moved into a 3 bed/1 bath house in a small town that every one who hasn’t lived there mispronounced. I beleive it was also around this time that my parents decided to have my tonsils removed as they were too large and would block my throat while i was sleeping, causing something akin to sleep apnea, and a loud harsh snoring. The story, as my mother tells it, when i came out of anaesthesia they just wanted me to drink some water before i went home. I absolutely refused, screaming and fighting the way only a 4-5 year old could. I assume they eventually did get me to drink something and i was sent home. Once home my mom would check on mt every little while as i slept bevause she was afraid I’d died because i slept so quietly following that.

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I was born on October 11th, 1994, to John (28) and Cozette (23). The second child, first daughter to the family. I had an older brother Zackery who is 2 ½ years older than me. When i was born we lived in a small brown house that i don’t remember at all, but has been pointed out to me more than once. We then moved into my Grandma’s basement. This Grandma being my mom’s mother. I’ve been told of walls painted with handprints and an ant problem.We lived there until i was around 4 yrs old.