Growing Up with MacKenzie

Need a visual? Try to picture this:

I had friends, I was good at sports, I wasn't the class clown, but I wasn't that despised, little tattle-tale of a teacher's pet, either. I had my books, my basketball, and life wasn't perfect.but it was all MINE. How could you possibly mess that up, you say? Well, one morning, instead of waking up to my MOM, I found her replaced with a NOTE. To say "things changed"-what an understatement! Well, living in San Antonio, Texas with a brother I never knew existed, I became the most culturally-confused child to walk the streets of the Alamo-City. Welcome to my world.the blond, blue-eyed kid with the older."Brotha'."

Getting through middle school (or what they call junior high school- back home) has been the worst. But four years later, life is starting to get back to "normal". How did I go from being in the "White" family photo, to feeling like I'm in the "Right" family photo? Pull up a chair.it's a long story. But I warn ya'-you'll never know what to expect, when you're.

Growing up with MacKenzie.