My childhood growing up was one of adventure and lessons. Not in the normal sense of other families. Mine was different, dangerous and even a little on the crazy side.Have you heard of the Gypsy Killer? The beauty that made her way across the country killing and taking anything she pleased?She was my mother. How can this be you ask? Everyone does. The rumor was she killed every man that touched her. Well obviously, one was allowed to or I wouldn't be here.Some worry I am just like the beautiful Gypsy and will follow in her footsteps. Others say I was taken away before she had the chance to influence me. I will let you decide.I might be my own person but I am also my mother's daughter and some things, you just can't outrun.