p style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;"strongPrologue/strong/p
p style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;"em Babies enter the world with a clean slate. There are no fears, or knowing predispositions of what the world has waiting. /ememOur lives are all our own during this fragmented piece of life. All the pieces are not yet broken. Nor are they/emem having to be repaired. We are not questioning the troubles of our lives./ememWe are just living./emem If we could stay pure our /emementire lives maybe we could be who we were meant to be. Yet our lives continue on/emem past the clumsy baby steps, into the awkward adolescent years that signify the beginning of puberty. At this point in life something in us changes whether good, or bad one is never really sure. Maybe that is what the elder years are for./em/p
p style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;"**Reviews are most welcomed. I encourage it, as well as need it. Thus far I have the Prologue, Chapter 1, and 2 up. If you want more let me know. I am currently in the process of writing most. This was a Creative Writing paper that kind of turned into more. This prologue was more of a philosophical piece I had in mind just to get your pretty little minds a going. /p