I was always a "different" type of girl. My childhood sucked my dad was very abusive, mentally and physically, he would beat me when he was drunk. My mom didn't do shit about it, she watched as she made dinner for the family. He would tell me that I am a freak because I was born with a eye on my forehead like a monster in a fairytale. I nevered cut my hair because that's the way to hide it. My dad got in a car accident when I was 13 and he was killed instantly. My mom doesn't have enough money to take care of both of us. So she has been looking for a place to take me. She saw an ad in the paper for a freakshow in Jupiter Florida I was skeptical that they would take me in. So we took a drive from Utah to Florida which was a 34 hour drive we stopped on occasion to get something to eat but finally we made it there.