Looking back it's always been like this ever since I could remember. My love for animals began at the age of 5 and I've never looked back. Growing up I would come across different kinds of animals that were injured or too young to fend for themselves and I would end up bringing them home, to the horror of my parents (imagine a 6 year old walking into the house with an injured dove in hand hahaha) anyway, they would always complain about this and that, dieases, blah blah blah and I understand what they mean but I just wish that sometimes they would let me do what I love, which is tending to young or injured animals.