Post by Tyson Black on Dec 19, 2007 15:14:53 GMT -5
Put it in your POCKET.
I was given the name of Tyson Black on the day of my birth.
It's been 19 years as of the 8th of December.
I see through a pair of bright blue eyes.
Locks of brown I dye bleach blond.
I'm fortunate enough to be blessed with a good sense of
humour and generosity.
However, everyone has their faults.
Get to know me well enough and I'm sure you'll notice mine.
Never let it FADE away.
Born and raised a Catholic boy, Tyson Black was always a good
child. Being the apple of his Mothers' eye, he was kept tightly
under scrutiny by his parents. However, this simply caused him to rebel
against the path aready layed out for him.
With only his horse as a companion, he turned to riding as a
outlet for his emotion. Competitions never particularly appealed to his better
nature. He simply rode to escape his present and his future.
Aged 17, he finally cracked. Giving up completly and owning up to
the fact the was a failure in the eyes of his family. He moved away,
broke free of the strands tying him to a past. He simply became
Tyson Black. The boy with no place to go and no person to be.