One day, I was on the phone with my momma reading her a blog post that I had written when she replied, “Lacy, you’ve had a pen in your hand since before you could read words. I used to always tell your father, ‘I don't know what it is about Lacy, but she is naturally drawn to pen and paper.’” Unbeknownst to me at the time that I was born with the gift of writing, a really good memory and wit, just to name a few. However, despite the fact that I was born with these gifts, I had no recollection of the times of which she was speaking. In my immediate family, I am the second of two children, and almost the youngest in my graduating class. I started school a year earlier because it was private, my tuition was free and my father was insistent that my brother and I receive a great education.