Posted by Nicole Meyers
on Jun 15, 2012 in Biography
| 1 comment
Up until the age of 11, I had the perfect dad.
I was the youngest of seven children, a “surprise” to my parents who had me relatively late in life. When my mom was pregnant with me, her youngest was age 10 and her oldest was 20 and getting married. Because it’s a lot easier to spoil one child than it is to spoil six, I had a completely different childhood than my siblings. Because...