Charles Miner:  

The story of chazz_zilla at yeah hooo! Hey there, I think those who knew me and where something close to being a friend in my youth, will remember me for being a very kind and compassionate individual, who was always striving to put a smile on the face of those he cared for. I wasn't anything spectacular as far as running with the in crowd, inwardly I was suffering a lot and not really that much of a happy person, I may or may not have consoled my friends concerning those matters, being that I was somewhat withdrawn. I grew up in a small town, that I did indeed love, and I grew up in a family living mostly off from welfare, although I didn't really realize that until I was 13, even then it wasn't really that much of a blow, because even as withdrawn as I was I never really coveted living the wealthy lifestyle, although every now and then I wished that I could buy nice things for my friends, and always felt ashamed when it came to gift giving. I ended up having to move from the town that I grew to love just before I turned 16, and basically lost all the friends that I had made during my school years. It hit me hard, but I eventually adjusted just like every other kid would have. I often wonder where those friendships would have gone, especially since I haven't really ever met up with all but one of them since I left. After I moved I made some pretty good friends, but only a few as I became even more withdrawn. But I always seemed to really brighten up my friends when they where feeling low. ---------- When I was younger my love of animals manifested itself in a big desire to be a veterinarian. In school I didn't really strive to much to move in that direction because aside from basic science classes, the school I attended didn't offer to much of a curriculum for that. Instead I focused on my artistic skills in Drama and Speech and Debate as well as Art class, and eventually started leaning towards wanting to be a writer. My family seemed to really like the idea, and for Christmas when I was 12, I got a real typewriter, but eventually I ended up being to ashamed of a scared of what I wanted to write, so that never really went anywhere. By the time I was in my mid teens, I had decided that I couldn't be a vet because of having to put animals down, not that I didn't agree with stopping their suffering, but because I realized that veterinary medicine was moving to fast and I was afraid I would put an animal down and the next day find a way to have saved its life. Instead I focused more on my art, and eventually became very good in drafting and design. Approaching the end of High school, I was looking to design houses and high rises. I went into trade school with the idea that I would get my associates in drafting and design and then continue onto university and major in environmental design and engineering, but when I got to the college campus something odd happened. I sat down in front of an IBM XT, a personal computer that has less computing power most digital watches these days, but it was lik...Expand for more