I was quite the funny little kid. Quite the weird one as well. I was definitely…unique. I hated clothes, and when I say hated, I mean HATED. I was always naked. My parents were worried about that aspect of my personality. They used to find me sitting on the curb outside of our house waving at the passing cars…with no clothes on. Maybe some underwear if they were lucky. It was embarrassing to say the least. I was also super fussy. I hated pretty much everyone except for my mom and nanny until I was about three. I wouldn’t eat anything except for bread, artichoke, fruit, pasta, and chicken. Oh, and candy and baked goods of course. You could say I had a pretty horrible diet.