I’m not sure where to start. But is anyone ever one hundred perfect sure of what they’re doing? I’ve tried to write this an insurmountable amount of times. I never got to it until now. Hopefully it gets completed. To give you, the reader, a general description of your writer. Right now I’m 20 years old. I don’t have a clue where my life is going, I have an idea I dream about in my head constantly of what direction I’d like it to go to. But I’m not even remotely close to that idea. Being an adult is scary, it’s tiring, its frustrating and mostly, a miserable, emotional journey to finding yourself, if you ever do. So that’s what it’s about. It’s moments where I had realizations, things I’ve had to learn that no one ever told me, and if they did, I didn’t bother to listen. By the way, if you’re ever looking for some good folklore music, I’d recommend Folklore by Taylor Swift. ((writers notes: focus on childhood memories and good things, childhood joys and simplicities and simple lessons, purpose of this chapter is to feel what it is like to be a child again)) Chapter One – My favourite Ice Cream Flavour Growing up life was easy. I’d fall asleep on the couch and wake up to the comfort of my bed. Money was a privilege, and so was spending it when you don’t know where it came from. Food was always available; I just had to mention hunger. Adults, especially old ones, were my biggest fans.