My life was miserable. For a while it was normal, but then I reached adulthood. That's when everything changed. I couldn't step outside without people shouting "freak! Cage her!" My family was ashamed of me. And it went on like that. Until a man by the name of P.T Barnum showed up. One of his daughters gave me a poster advertising Barnum's American Museum, and that they wanted unusual people like me. This was my opportunity to start a new life where I was excepted for being different, not called a freak and enduring people's laughter. This was my chance.