I was born in Richmond, Virginia July 7th 1994. I don't remember very much of that time since I was very young. However, as I am told my mother home schooled me at first. But, as many little children are, I was quite a handful and did not want to sit down and do any schoolwork. My mom, exhausted sent me to public school kindergarten when I was around 5 years old. At first, because I was not use to being around so many kids, I was very shy and obedient. I did not talk in class (I had no friends at first, who's to talk to) and did my work very silently. I behaved so well, in fact my teacher moved me to another table, where a noisier, misbehaving child sat. My teacher hoped my good behavior might rub off on this child. But what happened was the opposite, I began to act like he was behaving and stopped acting like a Christian child should act. To my credit, I did do this one honorable thing during my naughty days. Once again, I remember it very vaguely but my parents said it is so. During Christmas time, the teacher asked us what Christmas was about. Other kids were shouting out ' Presents! Gifts! Santa Claus! Reindeer!' and things to that extent. Not knowing I was violating the Bill of Rights, I raised my hand innocently, and with child-like ignorance said, " Christmas is about Jesus being born in a manger in Bethlehem. The teacher, a devout Christian herself told me I could not say that name during class. Puzzled, I sat down and was very quiet for the rest of the day. What did the teacher mean? Later, while I was waiting in the lunchroom for my parents to pick me up, the teacher waited with me. "Oh no!" I thought. "What have I done wrong?" The teacher had waited with me before, usually to tell my parents of my misdeeds. But this time when my parents arrived, she told them what I had said. She looked at me and my parents and told us how proud she was of me for knowing the real reason for the season.
