Tell me the most minute details of your life. Please, load me down with these. I am literally starving for this.

I was born a poor child deep in the back woods of Mississippi, on my 3rd birthday I got my first pair of shoes, on my 16th birthday my grand pappy was out hunting squirrels for dinner and he found some black ooze bubbling up on our meager land. It was oil and we struck it rich and moved to Massachusetts (next to the Kennedys) we ruined many dinner parties they would have with our antics in the yard.