always come across this reoccurring question. “What do I want to be when I grow up?” As a child I would always put on my dad’s combat boots, and his camouflaged marine outfit. I would stomp around the entire house yelling “HUT TWO THREE FOUR HUT TWO THREE FOUR.” As if it was only yesterday. In the eyes of a five year old you never really think the littlest things can make you become who you want to be. My name doesn’t really have meaning or history behind it. My mother tells when she was a young girl she watched one of the movies she’s been dying to see. It was called “Breakfast at Tiffany’s” and ever since she looked at the main characters real name she told herself “if I were to ever have a girl her name would be Audrey.” After one of the famous, classy and svelte Audrey Hepburn. Just in my perspective I think my name doesn’t describe me or fit me. Being named after one of Hollywood’s beauty for her talent and grace is intimidating, because I am the total opposite. I on the other hand am a efficient, demanding and controlling person. I can’t understand why other people like my friends which personally know me and tell me my name is a good fit for me. My parents love my name regardless of my personality, because in their eyes there’s 17 years of my childhood. I spent my 17 years of life in Visalia. I wouldn’t say it’s a small town nor would I say everyone in California knows of this place. When my father was finally home and finished with his services my parents decided to buy a house, ever since then I’ve been living in that for 7 years. I been born and raised in a household with such high expectations. With both my parents growing up poor to being successful people in their lives with decent jobs, a lot of their expectations our past on to me and my younger brother. I can never understand my dad’s view of things. As the years past I was finally realizing