I was born Dec 29,2002.That's where my story begins.In a hospital in Mesa,Arizona.I was a healthy baby and my parents where so happy.My two older siblings died in my moms tummy.And they didn't know if I would live or not.So I was the healthy,miracle baby.My mom says I was a calm,yet messy,baby.I didn't cry a lot when I was young.I really dont know why.But that's a good thing I guess.I was always really close to my dad and my first word was Dadda.He wasn't even with me most of the time since he worked all day.So I have no clue how he became my favorite.
It took me until I was one years old for my hair to start growing.It was always short and my mom thought I would be bald for a long time.(It never really grew until I was 3)So most my baby photos consist of a almost bald,messy faced baby with chubby checks and a tiny butt...
