I was born in Florida in March 1985. I took a long time trying to come out the right way before they did a C-section, so I was born a conehead (with very little hair.) Up until I was three, nothing really happened. Upon reaching three, life became a fantastic adventure. 9 days after that birthday my brother was born and somewhere around there I decided that I would wear my Halloween costume all the time. My fave was the kitty costume with the tutu and the tail (worn over tights, if cold outside.) At the age of four, my family left Florida to go to glorious Arizona. I went to kindergarten there and loved it. I was a zebra that Halloween. I started first grade there, but didn't like that. Miss Garcia was kind of a jerk. "You capitalize things because they're important." That's what we had learned in the big K (not K-mart.) But now.. "You capitalize things because they're *thunder thunder* proper!!" Oh, excuse me. My mom found a better job in Missouri, so we moved there. I finished first grade there and I am still living in Missouri (it'll be ten years in November, rock on!!!). I hate this biography stuff. It's too lengthy. When I write my memoirs in eighty years, write me and I'll send you a copy.