Once upon a time before there were hipsters, sometime after the year 1970 I was born to my hippie parents: the poster children for love and peace sprinkled with rebellion and sparkles of breaking the rules. My dad was born in Puerto Rico and my mom was born in Chicago of Swedish and German ancestry. They fell in love in the infamous Humboldt Park neighborhood paving the way for interracial relationships to be cool. Sometime between a lingering contact high of marijuana with a heightened moment of believing the unbelievable (because war and religious hypocrisy sucks) they left their Catholic upbringing for what seemed like a new age cool religion with promises of a happy family life and living forever on a paradise earth. They became Jehovahs Witnesses. My siblings and I were born into an insular world of rules and restrictions. Hours of weekly bible studies and preaching on street corners with pamphlets telling of prophecies and doctrines. These are my memoirs of being raised as a MU?ECA LOCA (crazy doll) caught between social, religious and ethnic cultures searching for identity, spirituality and freedom to express my soul.