My life part 1

I remember happy days in my early childhood.  At least till I was 9 or soooo. Excited to go to school in the mornings, excited to do my homework when I got back home and then by 4pm I hop on to the living room to watch power rangers.  The sweet sweet memories of me as a little girl with that curly fro, always smiling at everybody and constantly making new friends.  I was a bit shy but it didn't take me long to loosen up around others.  I mean...it wasn't 9 glorious and perfect years but.....they were the best years of my life, so far at least!!!

As soon as I hit 10...it seemed like my life started to crumble right before my eyes....I'd take 2 steps foward and 10 steps back YET....I always kept on going.  At 12 I had to move from the state that I was born and brought up in to an unknown destination which I was supposed to someday call home.  I left my school, my friends, my neighbors, stores and streets.....In a day everything I had ever known was wiped out....from my memory...I tried to at least.  Now this is part 1.....I'll follow up with part two when I get a chance.....