• When i was growing up in Canada, Saskatchewan in a little town called Fort Qu' appelle i was around the age of 7-8 years old and i didn't like the boys. One little boy was on my downside he would call me other names that i m not gonna mention.

    One Day my older sister Catherine was swinging, and i was in the sand box i don't quite remember what i was doing at the time, but when i was watching my other younger sister Rebecca play with her friends i turned and saw my sister Catherine on the ground crying, i went to see her to see what happened, maybe she fell off or someone punched her. She said that a boy had took her swing by pushing her off it. i was enrage when she told me this, i walked up to this boy and punched him in the nose.

    how do i remember this my mother and father told me, i cant remember most of my life because of some other accidents...

    I got held back that year, and got a nickname from my auntie and uncles calling me Taz the mania devil, though i hate that name, but it reminds me how much i love my sisters and will give up anything to be with them even though they are bratty sisters lol