I was born on June 6, 2008, in Santa Paula California and the age of zero.

My early childhood days were spent outside in the back yard, riding my tricycle, playing with stray cats and eating oranges. I grew up poor and it was SoCal and Ventura county is a very agricultural area so fruit wasn’t hard to come by. My sister was born a few weeks before I turned 3, and my father at the time handed my mom divorce papers 12 hours after my sister was born.

We ended up doing everything we could to make money, saving plastic bottles and cans for recycling to make money. I was pretty happy, and my aunt was like a huge inspiration for me. From the second I was hand coordinated, I was drawing, and I wanted to do everything possible to impress her. She was fun, cool and everything I wanted to be.

My dad got visitation rights and we would go to his apartment for a few days. I was extremely depressed everytime I had to go, begging not to leave. My dad had this roommate named Michele..who was veteran or something I can’t remember all I remember is that she had army dog tags and she was young. She had 3 kids, Makenzie, the other girl and the boy. My sister and I were treated like inferior individuals. Like dogs. There was a time where their room was covered with baby powder. And Michele grabbed me by the hair and rubbed my nose into it forcefully like how you would a dog to tell them to not pee in the house.

There was another instance where I was using the toilet, and her son needed to go. I wasn’t finished, which lead to me being thrown out of the bathroom without the opportunity to pull my pants up. I was so dumbfounded that I ended up peeing on their dirty clothes.

I think I was like 5 or 6 at the time. And I remember I went to kindergarten in Oxnard. I only remember being locked out of the school because I couldn’t reach the the latch on the gate, causing me to cry.

Moving on, 1st grade went relatively smoothly, my mom ended up getting remarried to my current dad. I switched schools for 2nd grade, having also a very fun time. My 3rd grade teacher was super cool, handing out Pokémon cards if we put the chairs up, that’s how I got my 1995 Pokémon cards. She was an old lady and was into Pokémon go, absolute legend. During recess I would play with my best friend Connor and we would save bugs together. Super fun.

4th grade I ended up going to my 1st grade school. The teacher hated me, made some friends. Nothing eventful. 5th grade, I met a few friends, made a fursona, and was bullied so I stopped being a furry.

6th grade I ended up in middle school, meeting some people and my current best friend, COVID hitting during this.

I’ll keep going tomorrow.