I was a shy and quiet kid. I was even in a speech class because I was so quiet. That only got worse when I had my first bout of depression hit when I was around nine. I remember playing outside with my brother and cousins sometimes, but for the most part I kept to myself. My dad wasn't really around and when I did spend the nights at his place I mostly spent that time with my step mother. My dad was pretty abusive especially to my brother and stepmother. My grandmother did most of my raising since my mother was ill with sickle cell.