[MalReynolds]

After a few weeks of resettling, after the ghost left, the gang violence took a bad turn and ended up right outside of our house. Some bullets passed through one of our windows and put the chandalier out of comission for good this time.

It was at this point that my father called the police and my mother called a real-estate agent. The next week, we began looking at new houses in a much more liveable area, a small burg named "Midlothian." At the time, it was mostly trees, and the neighborhood we were looking at was a nice little place with about ten houses called "Cross Creek."

The only problem with the equation was this: My mother was a radio personality (as was my father) and the radio station was in Richmond. That was the primary reason we were living in the slums; job proximity. But, they sucked it up and we bought the house with a little help from my grandmother, who we call "Gaga" for various reasons. One of them is, she's crazy. Literally, admitted and cleared twice.

She helped us by the house, and in turn, she got to re-furnish the basement and live in it. It had a half-bath, a kitchen a living room and a bedroom. It was an incredibly nice basement, to say the least. Of course, one of the rules was, she had to knock before coming upstairs because we were treating it like it was: An apartment.

Naturally, she made herself at home upstairs, coming up to ask the silliest and most inane of questions, usually pertaining to a crossword puzzle or to ask if Bentley and I wanted a piece of candy.

For my third birthday, she got me a My Little Pony Tale doll. To people unfamiliar, these are toy horses with real hair. The main draw is that you can brush it and be gay. These were toys for girls that my grandmother had given me for my birthday.

My brother was five and ready to start school, which means that I was three and not. My mother worked mornings at the radio station and my dad went in at 12:30 in the afternoon. He would nap on the sofa and I would watch Nick for Kids, because at the time, Nick Jr. wasn't around.

The shows I would watch were typically David the Gnome and The Little Bits. After The Little Bits had ended, I was allowed to get five jellybeans for an afternoon snack, under the stipulation that I woke Dad up. And I did. The Jellybeans were in a cabinet right next to our piece of the broken Berlin wall.

I have several home-movies of me dancing to various songs, although I don't quite remember that. The next two years were kind of a blur. When I was four, I was a tag-along, although there were only two other kids in the neighborhood and they were thankful to have friends.

Soon enough, it was time for me to start school. School/Acting career. Both kind of started at the same time.

Part III later.