I settled in to life in Brecksville pretty quick.  My dad's company ended up moving back by where they were previously located, but it still wasn't too far away to be a hassle.  I made lots of cool friends at school and life was grand.  I was always very active sports-wise and once I got to 8th grade I played football, basketball, and ran track.  Our football team went undefeated, our basketball team sucked, and I have no clue what happened with track.  :)

High school came flying at me and 9th grade was a rough year.  I was a "wigger", or a White kid who liked nIGGER rap.  Just goes to show you how stupid our society can be; I was picked on for the kind of music I listened to and the cloths I wore.  It's all good because it gave me my stance in life which is, "Fighting solves nothing but talking to those who don't listen won't either."  I just wasn't a fighting kind of person.  I got my ass beat in my first fight.  I basically sat there while a one-time friend proceeded to punch me in the face about 10 times, splitting my right eyelid and also giving me a deviated septum (meaning - my nose was messed up).  My second fight was a real let-down because this time I was ready to pound some flesh but we got broken up right away.  Again, another one-time 'friend'.