The sunny afternoon was starting to fade into the gloomy color of night, the grounds cradling the last beam of light which billowed into the sky. Seventeen hours of pain, five nurses...and a father who was pretending to have things under control brought Miss. Wylde into the world..right inside the skirts of Ireland. Who knew that this would mark the beginning to a life full of thrills, disappointments and something alittle outside sane. Kylie grew up on a farm, inwhich consisted more of sheep than another other animal. Her father was the breadwinner, working in the construction line by building farm houses for locals, while her mother was your usual stay at home mom. Kylie learned many things that would give her experience in the world at a later time, but the main lesson her mother taught her was to always see the good in things...and never dwell. Who know that she would take this more to heart then intended, this making it easy for her to get friends in school..but at times lose them as well. She lived your fairly normal child-hood, most of it wasted away when she spent hours upon hours doodling at the kitchen table. Starting off with the basics, which would only give her creative mind a boundary for her to break. Soon getting into chalk and paints, sometimes even burn art. She enjoyed placing her dreams into visual picture, and showing off to the world what her world was like - sometimes depressing, angry..yet mostly wild and aloof. By the time she was ready to take a leap into the working world, she had quit a bit of experience in her pocket..and The Artistic Line gained a new member. She traveled to different places in Ireland, doing advertistment boards and paintings for buisnesses. This gave her someting to appricaite..how most art was really used in the world. She kept ties with this job, along side learning the womans work from her mother..which would only be useful when her mothers dreams of her only borns wedlock life..something her mother probably looked forward too more than dear Kylie did. But by 18, Kylie knew she had to expand herself and travel into the United States..for a fresh start. She started out in Florida, in a local Arts College where she was taking Wed Design and a few art classes. That was where she meet the one she thought was the man of her dreams, David Vergia..They become friends instantly, and David was the one that brought her to love the beach life..introducing her to the world that was almost a different world as her home. She seemed to grow into a different scene, as most would call it, and dropped out of college. She had gotten caught up with the needles of a tattoo gun..which came her new goal in college. Taking two years, and starting in amature shop..she was starting to become quiet the riot in Florida. Life was on the right track for her, by 21 she was engaged to David and they were expecting their first child. But Kylie had a stillborn..which started the decaying of her and David's relationship. That was why Kylie moved to Boston, she needed a fresh start..and to get away from the painful memories back in Florida. She had gotten a buisness loan to start her own shop..and David was suppose to move after his last semester in college. Little did Kylie know that the day she would leave..would be the last she would see of David. When she got into Boston, she called David..whom called off their engagement and announced that we wasn't joining her in Boston. Now Kylie really did need a fresh start..and this was when she got more involved with her shop rather than her life. So Kylie has had her ups..her downs..and her inbetweens. Now she just needed to get back on track with life and move on..
