I was born in Atlanta, GA; I lived there until I was three years old. I remember when I was three, it snowed there, VERY RARE, and my parents took a picture of me out in the snow, I was wearing this chicago sweater, it's a cute picture. They're proud of it. I remember in GA I'd play in laundry baskets after my mom brought them out of the dryer, for some reasion they ended up in the living room and I'd climb in them and tumble around in the warm laundry. One time (still in GA) I remember wanting to help my mom cook, and i put a towel over the pot of food (because she covered it with a lid) and I started a fire, it was kinda scarry. There was a really bad fire in our GA house but I was too young to remember it, but the whole roof caught fire and they called the FD. That house was cool, it had a bar in it. I remember going to our neighbors once, and they gave me a punching balloon (you know the ones with the string on them you hold onto and punch) and they had these strawberry wrapper hard candies, and I liked them alot, and their house was cool, that's all I remember. A few years later I remember visiting my mom's long time friend in GA, (who's new ex-husband was a CIA agent! How that news got leaked to me, IDK.) I just remember visiting them and feeling out of place, even as a very young child, chemical imbalance?