User Profile

Some people think I'm weird, other people think I'm normal. So, unless you really know, you might fall into either category. I know I'm different from other people, especially those my age. I don't wear make-up; I don't watch television (this due to the fact that my mom doesn't pay for channels; VHS and DVD's only); I don't know what's going on in the world. My family says I'm sheltered. My teachers say I'm mature. I don't even know what I am, and I know myself better than any human on this planet.

I was born in Miami, Fl. I lived there for ten years, but my parents divorced when I was nine, and the Christmas after my tenth birthday, Mom moved two of my sisters and me to San Antonio, Texas. I hated it then, but now I miss it. We lived there for a year and a half, then she moved us to Jacksonville, Fl. We lived there for three months, and my dad took my sisters and me to the Southwest Believer's Convention. We came back home, and my mom tells us that this guy named Peter Boyce will be coming. So, he comes, and then the next day we find out that he's marrying my mom. Two weeks later, they are married, and I'm on my way to Delmont, NJ, to a sawmill. I've been in the State ever since, though now I live in a Victorian house in Millville. I used to be a gothling and I thought I was a Christian because of my church background, but at the age of 14, I realized that I had never given my heart to Jesus. October 4th, a month and four days before my 15th birthday, I asked Jesus to come into my heart, and that was the first decision of my life that had true meaning.