I would love to jump into this with a story; I figured this would be the time to introduce the writer. Before the age of 3, I was your typical toddler. I played with my cousin and friends, loved the little mermaid, and was a small chatterbox.
While I do not want to get too detailed about my not so happy upbringing after the age of 3, I figure some information could not hurt. It is always nice to have some insight into the writer. I spent the majority of my childhood at Shiners’ Burn Hospital in Cincinnati, Ohio.
You would think it would hold bad memories for me; On the contrary, it was like a sanctuary to me. The hospital became my safe place, despite the pains I went through with surgeries; at least it wasn’t being pointless. At the hospital, I was just another kid playing with other kids like me.
The multiple operations, physical therapy, and dressing changes was agonizing; however, I knew all the pain had the purpose of helping me to grow and have mobility. I also always knew things could get worse. I learned to be strong, and I had become a pro at hiding my pain, pretending that everything was ok by painting a smile on my face. Even though hardships happen, life is not perfect. I had to keep my positive attitude and became a force to be reckoned with to survive in this world.
I have kept a positive attitude and became an indomitable force because a poor attitude will not make things better, and perception is what makes life. But with all these negatives, I was able to find my passion. In the hospital bed, I was able to find many worlds within my head to escape the pain. Through the problems and the struggles, I was reborn into a survivor. No matter what life threw at me, I knew that if I could survive those flames, then nothing anyone could do to me would break me, for I was born from fire.