I Remember the Time...

(Book Length: +66,500) My first memory was at three years old and I was having 105 sutures to close a massive wound across my face. A train hit the car I was riding in on the side I happened to be sitting. In a matter of a seconds, a collision with a train turned me from a beautiful three-year-old blond boy to a scarred, ugly child. The ridicule and taunting that followed from the other children due to the facial scarring transformed me from a happy person into a lonesome, sad child.

As I go...