"Well… you might know who I am or you might have no idea. So rather you know me or not. I might as well introduce myself. My name is Sara Bingham; legally I'm still classified as Sara Bingham Calaway, but I'll get to that later. I was born in Tampa, Florida. When I was only twelve years old, I lost my mother to cancer, which I can honestly say made me who I am today, a strong, no bullshit taking woman. But it also gave me demons; at the age of thirteen, I started drinking and had a really bad attitude with a really bad temper. One night, when I was about fourteen years old, I was in my room sound asleep, until I heard noises coming from downstairs. So like any other curious child, I went downstairs to see what the noises were coming from and what they were. So when I got downstairs, I realize that the noises were coming from the living room. So I flick the light switch on. There was my father making out with some redhead, which I later discover it was a girlfriend that he had been hiding from me; on my mother's couch. To make long story short, when I saw that, my blood boiled, I snapped and attacked her. After that event happened, my dad forced me to go to therapy. Which I will admit it helped me a lot. I started to do school activities, like track, boxing and volleyball to help me deal with my mother death.
After I graduated from high school, I started college a month later, only to find out two weeks later, that college wasn't really my thing. So I decided to make a career in graphic designing, and sometime during my free time, I would help my dad with his furniture shop. One day, while I was help my father's co-worker's load some chairs in a truck. One of my father's assistant asked me if I could babysit her grandkids and their friends that night, and take them to a wrestling event, since she wouldn't be able to, because my evil father had given her an extra shift. I told her sure, and that I wouldn't mind. By the way, love kids.
At the time, I knew what wrestling was, I just wasn't a huge fan of it. I was more into MMA and boxing at the time. So I somewhat knew what I was getting myself into. When the kids and I got there, I realized that it was just a meet and greet, where the fans could meet their idols and get their autographs. Guessing how long the line that me and the kids were in, the wrestler that they wanted to see, must have been pretty popular, since there were about three hundred people in front of us, but I didn't mind. I was able to chit chat with kids about school and their favorite wrestler. They were well behaving kids. As we got to the front of the line, I took a glance at the man, that I didn't know at the time, was soon to be my husband and the father of my kids."