My childhood was a very happy one. I was given the attention a child was supposed to have been given when been raised. My mother gave birth to me on March 22, 1984 in Mount Sinai hospital. As a toddler I bonded really well with my fellow peers. I used all the different types of play growing up such as physical play, sensorimotor play and more. I was especially prone to rough and tumble play, which was horsing around, beating my friend, and get myself, beat down. That's the type of play where my mom would get mad because I would get myself dirty and scrape myself rolling around in grass.

As I grew up I started keeping to myself when I turned around 8 years old. I guess a person would say that at 2 was very individualistic time for me. In ways I never really grew out of being like that. I still sometimes do things myself to get different tasks done. During my physical development, which was from around from six to twelve, girls were constantly beating up the boys. Girls where more like the enemy and were not really that attractive as boy playing on monkey bars. Though I did a get kick out of them always chasing my friends and me around the schoolyard when I called them names. It like kind of symbolized a crush on a particular girl in school.

During this period also life was a lot simpler. When I was in elementary school a kid has a lot less many responsibilities to worry about. There was no bills or car payments due every month. Instead there were baseball cards, pogs, and physical Ed. We would run around a field to see who was the fastest kid in class. I was really...