Overall, my recollection of my childhood seems to be relatively stable. I was a typical little girl growing up in the paradise of Hawaii. To me, everyday was a routine. Get up early for school, attend all my classes, come home, do homework, and off to bed to repeat in the next day. Like most, my childhood was filled with giggles and smiles, sunshine and the ocean. My home was Kauai. The sun was constantly beaming and rain was a rarity. This lifestyle was all I had ever known, I lived on a small island where everyone was family, and that 's how I pictured the rest of my life to be. That was, until one day when that mind set changed. I was 11 years old and in the 6th grade. It was a Friday night, so that meant the routine Friday night dinners
