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I remember most of the events in my life, such as the even of my birth. February 12 6:02 AM, 6LBS 2oz. My dad had brought me into the delivery room where my mom was..
"Don't show her to me," my mother said, "It'll make me sad to see her leave," dad shook his head and replied, "I'm taking her home," he said with a smile. I was todl I got droped on my head when I was only 2 weeks old.

I remember on my first birthday, I had a Lion King cake, with a had a peice of, and got more on me than in me. I was really happy then, if mom left me alone for a long time, I'd be sitting there, playing with a doll. She'd look back after an hour, I'd still be there, with the same doll, by myself. While I was one, I could already pull down the side of my crib, get out, and walk to my mom and dad's room. I was already able to say "mom" I think, or "Dad". I had a ton of movies, and a ton of toys. I remember always saying I was neglected back then. I loved to watch Barney, that, and Cinderella. But, one day, my 'cousin' Katelin broke my VHS. I cried.

When I was two, I remember loving to run in the yard naked. I always did it. My mom, dad, and granpa would laugh as they watched me run in the back yard, nude. I loved going to my Auntie Bernie's. She had a huge trampoline, that I loved jumping on. We'd almost always got to my granpa's friend Willy's after. I loved to chase the chickens, and colelct eggs. I was scared of his dogs, and his geese. They frightened me because htey were so loud. I'd always get a good giggle from watching a dog try and get me from behind a cage. Willy had a wolfskin blanket. It scared the daylight out of me everytime I looked at it. The first time, I screamed and ran away, yelling "WHAT IS THAT?!" Willy laughed. I liked playing with his kittens, he always had new ones, I tried to take one home once. I got caught Cat-Napping by granpa, who said I couldn't have a cat. Willy had wanted me to take it.

When I was three, I broke my leg. I had used a Pepsi can to fill up a bowl, and tried drinking like a cat. I spilled, and went to get a towel, but slipped and slid under the table, hitting my leg. I whimpered. I was carried to bed. I whimpered in my sleep. No one knew my leg was broken until the next day. I didn't cry. Until I had to get it off when they had a saw. I screamed and they had to pin me.

{ Too tired ATM, write more later }