I was nearly six. It was, I believe, before Hurricane Katrina wiped out my apartment. I lived in a small trailer home next to an alligator swamp, I want to say it was called "Honey Island". I always loved animals, of every type. I even had mice once! (Sugar and Spice) (Spice had a tendency to bite)

Well at the time, I had no animals to love except the animals naturally surrounding my house. I would always do that, in all the homes I had, I always lurked for an animal. Well, the whole trailerhood kept telling my mother I need to move somewhere else. They kept saying I'll die out here. Why, you might ask? Well, the place was basically a bridged island, surrounded by alligator. Alligator were the only animals around, crocodile too. So I loved them.

So every morning, every night, every time I had nothing to do, I went out the little beach. I had an amazing view of the swamp, and all the alligators. Nobody could see me, so nobody could flip out and pull me out of the water. I never understood why people didn't like it. I would just stand in the water at my hips height. I would admire the alligators, who always crept up really close. I always laughed and thought they were playing hide and seek. So how I told them "I found you," was to grab a big rock and toss is at them, I wouldn't hit them. It would just scare the shit out of them and they'd run back a few feet. This one time I had 7 of them, 1 was a crocodile. It was so much fun!

That basically sums up my first love. The alligators and crocodiles. Unaware they are trying to kill me, I played with them every day. They were my best friends, entertainment, and love.