The beginning… my earliest memories are of course difficult to remember. I do, and always will remember that my mom has always been there for me. She gave me life, she gave me my structure, and I can honestly say that she is the reason I have become the man I am today. As a baby, there were few things that made me happy, but they all had a musical touch to these toys. My mother would sit next to me and hum. she would rattle my 'bone' and she would jingle my ball. My father was always on the sidelines. He was a good man to me as a baby always seeing the promise that lie within me. His faults came when he would try to force them out of me, whenever and however he could. My mother was the nurturing part of me, my father the strong willed. As a baby I was innocent like every other baby. It was only after the innocence of the first years did everything begin to warp, twist, and eventually become flawed like every person that has ever experienced the curse of life. Yet life is still a blessing, it gives you the chance to affect things with your will, change the world and bring about a sense of profound BEING that is nothing short of supernatural. My next post will go into depth of my actual childhood.
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