The first memory I had was when I was 2. I was an oddball child. I was obviously not just one animal. I had no real parents but I had a foster mom. I don't think she liked me much. I was 2 and it was a hot august day, everypony was out playing and the sight of me made them run off or make fun of me. I walked up to some of them and said, "Hey, Can I join your game? What are you playing?" I heard one mutter Freak then they all laughed and ran off. I don't know why but this memory has stuck with me and I can never get it out of my mind.
I used to be so nice. I would help clean up for my foster mother, I can't remember her name I just called her mom but sometimes she would cringe when she heard me say it. We lived in Canterlot in one of the nicer houses. I didn't care much i'd rather be outside playing but only during the night. My mom she would call me in when I would wander out always yelling at me for wandering off without permission. As the years passed I became meaner. The bullying and fear from everypony did take it's toll on me. I became more and more inverted, keeping to myself. I used to go days sometimes weeks without saying a single word to anyone but they didn't seem to care. After another year sometimes I would cry by myself at night in my room.
When my mom went out she made sure she didn't wait for me. I would sit and stare out the window for hours crying, waiting for her to come home to me. I used to secretly hope she would play with me when she got home. The one time she did talk to me was to tell me that my horns just didn't look right together. I was excited when she said my name until I heard what she said. It hurt me deep inside to know i'll never be accepted.