As a child many people go through dramatic experiences and changes,I just happened to survive mine. I was born on the 16th of September 2003, a healthy miracle baby. At the age of two I was diagnosed with asthma and I lost my sister. Asthma played an important role in my life I sometimes had asthma attacks at the middle of the day and night.One thing I remember as I got older is when I first went to a specialist, I remember getting my blood taken with a needle I called a butterfly shot. My mother and I came up with many nicknames for my treatments. My nebulizer was my penguin and my inhaler was my magic breath holder. As funny as it sounds my nicknames for my treatments made it a little easier for me. At age 6 is when my grandma passed. My
