My earliest memory laying in my crib looking around and seeing people looking at me. So strange to have that feeling of “wow these people look weird I thought to myself.”

My wife always told me that I sound like a “storyteller” and I should write all my stories down in to a book. It took me many years to get the nerves to write my thoughts down even, placing my thoughts and words down on paper. Growing up in a house full of girls was so hard I always wished that it was just my dad. Having sisters and all their drama sucked because they would always play with me like I was their human doll. Dressing me up in makeup or even putting there girly clothes on me.

My dad would try his best to have one on one time with me and play football games with me or even take me out fishing. The feeling that always came over me of wondering why I looked different from my sister’s and we were raised by our dad and never had a mother in the house. My sister’s always told me stories why but being so young I always made up that my mom was...