She remembers crying over little things that seemed so big at the time, and how people would ridicule her for it and see just how far they could push it. She remembers falling from the ladder at school and breaking her arm. She remembers the nonchalant look on the teacher's face as she sat there and watched her fall.

            She remembers jealousy. She remembers those scarce moments, when she would run around happy, having a good time. Then she would hear the whispers of, "What's wrong with her?", as if being happy was just not an acceptable thing.

            It's hard for her to remember all the good things that didn't go wrong.