Doll Eyes (Michael Jackson)
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My name is Lucy and my entire childhood was a dramatic violent mess. I was the only child my parents had, and I was surprised that they had a child considering their toxic relationship. My mother was clinically insane and my father was an abusive alcoholic that pulled my mother into his black hole. At the age of 6 my father died in an automobile accident- he was drunk, and killed himself and another person by driving head on into traffic. My mother was clinically insane and put into a government funded home for people with disabilities. My grandmother, on my mom's side, took guardianship of me to keep me out of the foster child program and keep me away from my father's crazy family. My grandmother didn't work and so we never had a lot of money to spare. I went without a lot of necessities in life, but overall I was a happy child. I never complained about material things because I didn't want my grandmother to feel inadequate- she did her best to take care of me, and it wasn't her fault that we couldn't afford things I wanted. In freshman year of high school I fell in love with photography. I had the greatest photography teacher, Mr. Brem. He was such a kind person and a great mentor. He bought me my first camera when he realized that I had a natural ability to capture light. I took photography each year of high school and won enough cash to buy a few more cameras from photography contests in the state. I was even offered a full ride scholarship to the University of California Santa Barbara so of course I took it. September 6, 2005 was the beginning of my first semester at UCSB, but it was also the first day of the rest of my life. I would meet a man that would forever be a part of my life.
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