Day 1:
the day i was born, i was born three weeks premture, and my mom had an emergency C-Section because, well, i was dead. but they saved my life. unfourtanately. i was born into a family of 5, me being the youngest. all my brothers and sister are either half and step though because both of my parents were married to different first spouses. when i was 5 months old, i was admitted to the ICU in a hospital in florida because i was very sick. they saved my life... again. When i was 6, i started playing sports. i was a gymnast, a soccer player, basketball, softball, and later i started lacrosse. you could say i thrived in athletics. i ended up having to quit eveything and i started volleyball and continued to play softball on both my school team and a travel team. then came my hair. my dads childhood nickname was "red" for his "fire truck engine red hair", that i unfourtantly inherited. as yall know "gingers" are just absolutely hated just because of their hair color.