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When I was born to about the age of 8, I kept to myself and enjoyed playing alone. I didn’t want anyone else’s input on what I had to say, because I was happy with the choices I was making when I was playing with my toys. My mom told me I would sit in my room and play with my stuffed animals and My Little Pet Shop toys for hours on end just talking away, but when it came down to group settings I would just be quiet. I have been trying to figure out why that is. I do not remember being to told be quiet or to listen. I just did it. I enjoyed listening to others, because I was learning from their words. I already knew what I thought and didn’t see the importance of sharing that.
There is a moment in my life that has molded me into who I am today. I was 10 years old when my grandpa committed suicide. It was a very public death in my hometown, yet my parents told me he died of a heart attack. I started to only trust myself more than I already did. I felt alone and confused. I was attending a private catholic school with a class of 30 students. I was bullied for something I didn’t even do… I remember going home one day after kids kept taunting me about having “a selfish grandpa who didn’t listen to God” and running upstairs to the computer room and typing “Leo Scherer” to find out a heart attack wasn’t what killed him, but he killed himself. Now, my grandpa always understood me. He loved me so much… I remember one Valentines Day, he drove over to my house and gave me a stuffed

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