Amidst a nasty blizzard, a couple was raced to the nearest medical center in Andrews Air Force Base. The snow was wretched, but it would not be enough to stall the birth of a child, who was born at precisely 3:52 pm on March 12th, 1993. Her parents had thought of her name prior to her birth, her mother being a tv fanatic, she bestowed her the first name Paige. This was taken from her favorite show at the time, Knot's Landing, from her favorite character, who was indeed named Paige. Her last name was taken from her father, Firth, and seeing that her name was so short, her parents had planned a long middle name. Delaney, was there choice. Named after someone her mother had heard of in a band, and the name stuck with her. This of course, discontinued the tradition that had been handed down on her mothers side of the family. The oldest daughter should always have the middle name Mae, but her mother did not think that fit her fate. And so, Paige Delaney Firth was born that day, smiling just shortly after her birth. 3 months later, Paige was prompted at very early age to obtain a passport. Her parents were taking her to Germany, due to the call of the Military. Her mother had resigned fro her position to be with her daughter, but her father was still enrolled, and they were sticking with him through whatever. So, at the tender age of just a few months, Paige, her sheltie Sydney, her cats, Taz & Mischief, and her Mother and Father were taken to Germany, where they resided in a quaint little American Base. Paige enjoyed the European life for her first 4 and 1/2 years, of which in the time span her brother, Andrew was born. They were not completely exposed to the culture, but they still picked up on little tings and tried to meet new people. They traveled to the Disneyland in Paris, during a time that Paige was a seemingly flirtatious child. Lifting her dress at every boy who passed, even if they were way out of her league. She often ventured away from her parents and got lost, but was always found looking at herself in the mirror. It was a good life, and when she was 5, they moved to North Carolina, to be with her father's side of the family. She made great friends there, learning to read before those her age, but still interesting to be around. North Carolina held everything she ever need. A roller skating rink she could go to every Saturday, a water park, a movie theater, and a bowling alley! She was living the life, young, and enjoying it. She made friends with everyone she met, and always brought life to the parties. But, before her 3rd grade year, it was announced she had to leave. They had to move to Maryland, and leave every friend she had. Her best friend Katrina was moving to Florida, and she was confused as to how they could ever make it as friends throughout life. So, she said her goodbyes, shed her tears, and left without a choice. She moved to Maryland, suddenly shy. The people around her did not hold the southern hospitality you found in North Carolina, but a mere cynical look at life and children. She had trouble making new friends, and even harder trouble keeping them. It seemed no one liked the way she had an attitude, or the way she carried herself. She felt quite unaccepted by her peers, and not to mention, she'd moved to an area with noothing to do except play with the cows across the street. Life was going downhill, fast. She hardly had anyone to speak too, and there was nothing to do. She had to hole up in her room, which was nothing like her earlier life. She declined from the social scene and found the beauty in solitude at a young age, but it was never enough. Years passed and nothing changed, although she ran into new friends, who drifted away in time, and she ran into tragedy, it seemed. She had bad health, having difficulty to stand for periods of time without suffering pain or actual fainting. She had a heart murmur that seemed to haunt her exercises, and actually had a minor heart attack during school hours once. She suffered more then she believed others had, without trying to be selfish. She dated a boy for almost 3 years, and he had been killed. Afterwards, it seemed she declined further, and more tragedy continued to strike. She fell into a deep depression for 3 years, but tried to hide it. Finally, the fourth year, she realized what was wrong. Her friend had died in a car accident, and it made her remember how beautiful life was and how she needed to cherish it. This is what the present is, her realizations, and her changes. She's trying to change, to who she wants to be, not who others want her to be. And she will reach her goals with her new found determination for modeling and photography, she can guarantee it.