I won't give the typical "Jesus" Answer, because that's lame, and not very creative. My hero's are the unsung type. The ones who never got famous, never got honorable mention, but who touched lives with true kindness of spirit. The people who despite the odds did the right thing all the time. The people who fought for what is right, not political left and right, but ethical. Gandhi would be one who became famous without asking for it or seeking it.

I'd write more but this thing is being slow now, pausing with each word. What happened to this site?

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Why would I break the silence? I like silence, I like when someone else breaks it, and I like to stay silent, it makes them talk more and reveal more. It's a great technique. And not only that, I love silence. I like to look someone in the eye when it's silent and read their emotions, people start putting off a ton of emotions when things get quiet and their mouths shut up and minds get going.

It's hard to say, most people don't remember being a baby, but I have some memories of it, but I can't place them in order or on a time-line anymore. I do remember playing in this sandbox quite a bit, my dad made it for me. I also remember other little snippits of being that young, nothing really exciting though, just daily life stuff of being little, and learning, playing, and all that stuff. I remember having chicken pox and still being in a crib, I must have been around 2 years old because I kept climbing out of the crib and I remember shortly after that getting my big girl bed. I have memories of my mom putting the elastic dryer on my head and turning it on low and warm so I could play beauty parlor and be like her. It's odd the little snippets I hold as memories and can still recall from so long ago. Yet... people from highschool bring up things I have NO recollection of and even when they describe it in detail, I come up blank. Funny the things we choose to remember and forget.