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Finding my Happiness One fall night in September, I was brought into this world. I was born into a family consisting of my parents and two sisters. Being new to the world I did not know how much there was to explore in this great life. Three years later, 1988, I was walking, talking, and being a little brat. That was what I did best. By being a bratty, spoiled child I tried to get my way, and most of the time I did! I used to be very mean to others I did not like, which was mostly everyone. I hear stories now about those times. When I was younger I used to have really thick, curly hair. So people say, it made me look really cute and friendly. I was just the opposite. From what people tell me I used to kick, and spit on people. Obviously, I grew out of that stage, but for me that was being happy.
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