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There was a time in my life where everything around me seemed hopeless. My parents were always fighting, my siblings ran amok and I followed whatever crowed would take me in at the time. The fear of falling hindered my ability to fly.

The year I turned 14 we moved to Mill creek, Washington in the beautiful Pacific Northwest. I wasn't a happy kid; in fact I was very confused with where my, along with my family's life, was going. With my parents always busy working, I was babysitting all three of my siblings constantly and never had time to spend with other kids my own age. School was hell because I had moved there in the middle of the year, therefore I didn't know anybody and I was in a junior high school before we moved. Within the first two days of going to school in that new environment, the culture shock tore me to pieces and I ended up in the hospital. Needless to say my life was going nowhere fast. I was falling regardless of my fear.

Sophomore year was a little different for my family, sure my parents were still fighting and the kids were still causing mass mayhem, but we managed to begin a stable life there. I ended up meeting a guy that completely changed my life forever. Suddenly my life began to have meaning and day by day I was becoming happier. We dated for two years, during which I became a Christian, volunteered in the children's ministry, ventured beyond the borders of my comfort zone and became part of the human race. My wings began to spread on their own accord.

My dream to own a bar threw me off as well as everyone else I knew. Everyone had always thought that I would become a writer or a forensic scientist. Yet, here I am at the WCI working to get my associates in Hospitality and Restaurant Management. This dream first popped into my head while I was sitting by myself while watching a movie. My boyfriend and I had broken up when I got some wild hair up my rear and started running around town doing crazy unmentionable things. Because of this hair and the breakup I ended up meeting a guy that was no good for me and, 9 months after I got away from him, I was given a gift in the form of a son named Brody. During my pregnancy I discovered a fascination for how bars work, always hearing stories from my relatives and from movies, I began to look into the subject and fell in love with the idea. Slowly I am starting to glide.

Whenever I closed my eyes I saw what kind of place my bar would be like and how I would pass it down to Brody when he was old

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