 I actually wasn't even supposed to make it past a year old. At nine months, I had an accident with my father. I was supposed to become paralyzed or a vegetable because my skull was dented in so far that it was touching the lining of my brain. I went back to my mom's crying and we didn't understand why and we ended up seeing a dent in my head the size of a tennis ball that one of my moms took me to the doctor. The things that the doctors even said was even shocking to me, learning about it later because I have a scar now on the back of my head. It turns out that the doctor had said that the only way that that could have happened to get that size of a dent that deep into my head was if a strong adult took a hammer and hit me as hard as they could. And that was shocking, the fact that I was with my father when it happened.