I was born on a stormy night at 11:43 PM. I was an abnormally fat baby and had to have liposuction at the age of 4.3 months. it went as planned and i carried on with my life. That is until i turned 5 and felt the need to buy unusual amounts of hot wheels, my obsession with the small metal cars grew to such an extreme that i began to light Walmart stores on fire to steel them. my house was full of hot wheels, the cabinets, the christmas decoration box, and the shower were all full of hot wheels. My mother tried to reason with me, she even took away my allowance so I couldn't acquire any more of them. This didn't stop me, I got smart, I hid them wherever I could. Even taped to the underside of my cat Fluffy. When I finished hiding all 48,354 of my hot wheels, I thought for a moment. Why the hell did I want these in the first place? as I sat there in thought I decided I really didn't know the answer to that question. So I got rid of my record setting collection of hot wheels. At this point in the story I was no older then 10 and 2 months when the law finally caught up to me. You see somewhere between the ages of 6 and 7 I started committing arson regularly, not just on Walmart stores as I mentioned earlier, but on Indoor tennis courts and dog parks to name a few. The law enforcement set to have me thrown in a Juvenile detention center. For a crime like this I could be "in the big house", for the better side of 2 years. I didn't want such a fate, so I decided to hide in my closet while my mother talked to the police. She had to lie to them which is not something my mother does often. To this day I remain locked in my bedroom out of my own free will, as the saying goes "better safe then sorry", My mother brings food three times a day and other then consuming my mothers delicious meals, I adventure onto "New schoolers", and "Club penguin", for entertainment.As you well know I could use a nice movie as a source of entertainment.