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My parents wanted me to be a beauty queen. Me, I just wanted to fit in. But don’t we all? Looking back, I now realize that I was born a Drama Queen, and will herald that title for the rest of my life. It all starts on October 7, 1977. I could wait no longer to enter this world into which I would cause such a raucous everywhere I went. After fifteen and a half hours (that’s what I have been told anyway) of excruciating pain, I was born into this world by natural childbirth at the hefty weight...

Way deep down in Africa, third jungle to the east, lives Eloise the elephant, a tale you won't believe. Now, elephants are said to have perfect memories, they don't forget a name, a face, or anniversaries. Eloise the elephant was different, shall we say, for there were days she could not remember her own birthday, or if the great sun set in the east or in the west, or which turn in the jungle to the waterhole was best. Eloise's mother truly loved her either way, she believed that Eloise would...

Part II : An Apple a Day I would not stop crying. Morning, Noon, and Night, I cried. Continuous, non-stop crying. My mother brought me to the hospital several times, and the doctor told my mother that I simply need attention. He told my mother, "Ignore her. She just wants to be picked up. Let her cry." Imagine that! How dare he? What did he think, that a 2 week old baby could actually plot out a course to keep mom and dad awake all throughout the night just because I wanted attention??? I mea...

Cocoa was a baby bear, he lived back in the woods, Cocoa loved his mommy bear, just like all good bears should. She taught cocoa how to catch a fish up in the pond, and how to find honeycombs, for honey he was fond. In the summer flowers bloom, birds sing their merry songs, as the autumn days roll in, they just don't seem as long. Soon it started getting cold, the leaves fell to the ground, his mother said it's best to eat everyything he found. After weeks of eating dried up leaves and greene...

Chapter 3: Here she comes....Miss America I was referred by my one of my teachers in the 1st grade to the Miss American Pre-teen pageant. My parents were so proud and excited. In order to enter you had to send some pictures to see if you had “qualified”. My mother took her 'Le Click' camera, curled my hair and threw me in my little pink bikini and blue jellies to have my first "photo shoot" Standing under our great pecan tree outside of the red brick house I had my first of many "glamour shot...