With the innocence of a young child comes the need for love, curiosity, and a new hard drive. As a young child, I was pure, loving, and eager to write my own story. I didn’t know what laid ahead, nor did I know who or what would be teaching the lessons. I was raised by a single, tenacious Mother who tried her hardest to keep hard times at adistance. My mother did a great job, and I cherished the hard times that came.