Note to Reader:
It's been over a year since I've came across this site. It's been over a year since I signed up to be a member. It's been over a year since I wrote my first reply.It's been over a year since I wrote my own thread, checked my notifications, brohoof'd a post, sent a private message and even added a new friend.
A year since I added a new friend on the forums.... That's huge. Over that time I took a long break from the forums (because of
Peace and What it Means
Peace is our own intuitive notion of understanding people; aspects which consist of what they have to offer and accepting them for their inherent nature. Without being able to understand one another, how people feel act and think, we will never be truly able to be at peace with one another, and even with one's own self. I believe that violence is a cycle of hatred toward one another. People don't even see other people as human beings. We are all human beings and
The earliest memory I could remember was my mother and father pushing me along in a baby stroller. I recall the stroller having a rainbow sun visor that didn't work for shit. I was very uncomfortable and hot, I felt like I was going to die, that day I didn't know that the worst was yet to come.
Growing up I didn't like a lot of things, milk, vegetables and electrical outlets. So much so that I would either throw the milk, not eat my vegetables or stick my baby fingers i