In the Beginning

In the beginning, there was a very small girl with long, straight, brown hair and very dark brown eyes. She loved to be outside and loved to be with her grandparents. She loved it when her dad carried her because of the way it felt when he took his steps. Her mother paid very little attention to her, except when absolutely necessary. She spent a lot of time playing alone, or with a neighbor boy. She loved to play in dirt. Any play involving the neighborhood girls was akward. Girls are mean. She had a dog who was her best friend. He was a shephard/boxer mix. She also had a cat who was less than friendly, but had a lot of kittens. She got to play with the kittens for a while, but then they were all adopted by strangers. She spent a lot of time watering the plants - maybe too much some times. She loved to play on the swing set. The neighborhood boy did not. He mainly wanted to play in the dirt and kill bugs and lizards. She also loved to run down her street and race the shadows of the clouds, and observe the "mirages" in the heat. People were merely incidental in her world, and not in any way a focus for her - except her grandmother, who doted on her, and actually called her her "Angel Baby." She loved music and would sing songs from the radio, like "If you Want it, Here it Is..." while swinging on the swingset. She wasn't much for wearing shoes or hairbows. Her mother would fix her hair in tight pony tails or pigs tails each morning, and she would remove them and just come in with wild, wavy hair in the evenings. Her mother would make her lay down with her in the afternoons for a nap, but she never napped. She just had to lie there quietly while her mother slept. If she tried to get up and explore, she would get in trouble if caught. She also used to like to hide in the laundry hamper. The familiar smell of the clothes was a comfort to her.