The last time I was truly happy was when I was 6. My world was perfect. I had just gone to Disney World for the first time before kindergarten started. During an average school day, Mom and Dad would take me to kindergarten and, I’d go read books to my class. Then Mom and I would walk home from school. Mister Rogers, a tuna fish sandwich and a nap was what my afternoon consisted of. My Dad would come home in the evening and we’d read a book after dinner. There, in my room, wrapped up in a world of innocence, playing with my Barbie dolls, I had not the slightest idea of what my future would hold and what the world was like. My Dad was home a lot more in those days, and my parents fought a lot less back then. also, my Grammy was still alive then, she was one of my best friends back them.