1992 was a singing year of literacy for me. I know you're thinking.... What does she mean by singing? "Let me tell you!" The year of 1992, I was a dark skin (chocolate) toddler, with colorful barrettes hanging on the ends of my pick-tails, colorful shoes, white socks and an outfit to match. I had been spoiled as a baby, so I always felt like I ran the show. "My mother got to love her!" She begins to sing my names, numbers, alphabets as well as addresses to me. I had been two years old at the time. I grew up in the ghetto (poverty), which was called South Central L.A. at the time. I commenced to singing every alphabet, number, also pronouncing words there were to sing I even made a dance to go with the songs. "Here's an example." I would rock
