Perhaps this was the weirdest thing I ever did. At the age of 12, for art class, I painted a picture of me and my grandmother on canvas which still hangs in my foyer. This was as she had named me as we enjoyed our life. There was me ,fearful, lovingly looking toward her and her distant look onto everthing before her. That was our relationship; she tried to teach me how to be cold and unadjusting toward the world around us. I loved the life, but embraced everything, all too differently. (I got an A+ from Mr. Windsfield--who I think was gay.) Anyway, I was.....