The first seven years of my life, I had no friends to speak of. I cant remember anyone that was special to me.I soon moved and went into another closed community, where a child, no older then nine threatened to slit my throat. We moved soon after my mother became pregnant. And now I'm 14, and I'm so alone. The first seven years seemed so nice, from what I can remember. I had a nice house in a closed community, and a big tree house. My earliest memory is me playing with a little native american painted horse, in a rain gutter. The first seven years were so peaceful. I cant remember anything bad that happened to me the first seven years. If I could go back I would, I would change stuff about me and grow up differently. I'd make the most out of those first seven years, I'd not cry in anger at learning of my mother pregnancy with my sister. I would not make her my friend, I'd make sure I was a loner at school, then maybe, I wouldn't have feared for my life. If I could go back to the first seven years, I'd make myself better. I'd make sure I was safe. I would cut people off that I should have as a child. I'd fix mistakes, and start eating healthy earlier. I'd make sure, to fix the first seven years. I'd make sure to help myself before I helped others. I'd make sure to keep myself happy.