Knowing That You're Good Enough
Growing up when I was younger was relatively easy from about one year of age to about six years of age. Both of my parents worked, but my mom was the one who was able to keep a steady job, while my dad wasn't able to hold one down. From the ages one year to about six years, we moved probably three different times that I can remember from a young age. After I turned seven years old, we moved to a small city called Santa Maria, California. It had a very comfortable and country-type of feel to it; there were farms, cows, and luckily enough, I had relatives who lived there, so I at least knew a few people.