Well my favorite memory was when I cussed the entire auditorium out from depts of my soul I yelled /screamed the way only she could of taught me to do. Well here I am on Stage dancing across the stage wig, knickers ,an platform shoes ,to David Bowie’s Hit single FAME )will at the height of my performance I felt a sting to my face ,,,it was a spit ball ,and then another ,and another and another along with paper wads ,, also horrific homophobic Slurs ,,, so so volatile an and the whole body of students chimed in .. So I stopped dance and riped everything off and proceeded to cuss every single audience member out! I silenced the entire room , I look out t the audience to see standing in aisle ,(my beutiful Mom ,,, Locked eyes with mine (Im in the 4rth grade ) But as she stood there in awe ,, So proud of her son ,as though a touch down on a football feild ‘ she wanted me to know that she was proud of my courage ,, Courage that she in that moment gave to me ,I found my backbone that day , ( an inner strength built to last my entire life ,, From that day forward I would never ever be bullied again .. I knew She was proud of me ‘’ And I was proud of me ,, My mom was a very special Lady a diamond with many many dimensions, A rare one of a kind ,,,The Most beautiful Mom in the whole wide world .