I had the best childhood. I remember the house always being full of family and friends. Always busy and exciting. I had the Barbie's, Cabbage Patch Dolls, My Little Pony and the Care Bears, went to a great school, did ballet, squash, swimming lessons, mini hockey, and tennis, had birthday parties and went on holiday every single year, sometimes twice. We weren't spoilt though and we had our fair share of broken wooden spoons and belts but we always had everything we needed. But what I remember most is how much love we were showered with every single day from my parents. My parents brought us up with good values and respect and I'm so proud to be their child but I have given them their fair share of grey hairs. Along with teaching us about love, honesty and loyalty, they tried their best to teach me about settling down and finding a niche but to this day, it's something I never grasped. My Mom calls me her "free spirit child", I call myself the black she