Isn’t it funny how you see a picture and it brings back a flood of memories? Take for instance the picture above. It was taken in Payette, Idaho, at a park me and my brother spent endless hours at during our childhood. The same park is where my head start building was, where at the age of three I was enrolled in order to learn to speak. Up until then my older brother spoke for me so I didn’t need to do it. But some would say I haven’t shut up since which is okay with me. Because having a voice is the most important thing, I’ve learned from all…