The fact that I have red hair brings to my next impact and as to why I am so special. The doctor who delivered me was Doctor Thomas Marks. I was sure something special to him after he delivered me. He loved red headed babies, and yet in his many years of delivering, he had yet to deliver a red headed baby. I was the first red headed baby he had ever delivered. He was very ecstatic. Not very many people have red hair, so of course this makes me more prone to stand out in a crowd. I was the only red head in my class, and in my whole school for a little while in elementary. I am more of an attention grabber, and it has helped me to become a more friendly and people person. When I was little my mother would have to put a bonnet on me to go to the grocery store because all of the older people just couldn't keep their hands off my "beautiful red hair". Everyone loved my hair, but for some reason to this day I have still yet to figure out what is so beautiful about it and why everyone seems to want to be a red head.
When I was in Kindergarten my father began a new job. This job required him to be gone on the weekdays and home only on the weekends and holidays. I was very close to my father. Everyone always said I had my dad wrapped right around my finger, meaning I could get just about anything from him I wanted because I was daddy's little girl. Of course this new job of his was very hard for me to adjust to. I remember crying every night he was gone. Soon, however I got used to the fact of him being on the road and out of state most of the time. The only times I really got upset were when he had to leave the country for a month at a time. That only happed four times, but it seemed each time was harder. .
For most of my childhood it was just my mother, my brother, and I. I seemed to have missed out on the father- daughter relationships most girls had with their father's, but I feel it has helped me in many ways.