I suppose I should start off with a basic bio of me and mine. I'm twenty three years old. My birthday is in December so it's always too damn cold to do the cool stuff. I'm married to a twenty seven year old firefighter (we'll get to that later). We have two truly wonderful girls, Makayla (Mak) is two and a half and Sophie is three months. We live in South Carolina, the country.

It's odd really, the place I hated so much was and is the exact place I came back to. Strange how a persons vision can change from one period of their life to another. But after traveling around for a few years, seeing the cities, the people, I came back. I guess its because it was familiar, in twenty two years this small town hasn't changed save for the new batch of kids running around. I was with the last batch. Through elementary and grade school, fights and boyfriends (another subject which I will devote at least a few words on). After we were out of school everyone up and married right away. Oh by the way I didn't graduate, obviously that decision has not affected my level of knowledge considering the state of the southern educational system. No, I didn't graduate high school. I left home when I was fourteen, the very long story short, I moved around worked for the people that really didn't care how old you were and paid cash. (No that does not mean that I was in any kind of prostitution or very illegal activities). I saw different places, fell in love with french canadian food, had a string of really meaningless relationships, alot of great sex, and a whole lot of late nights. I did what I wanted when I wanted. There was no grounding wire to me then, but every coin has two sides. I had no connection to anything because I didn't stay in one place for more than a week or so, there was no sense of accountability present. I could always just leave.