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I
don't even know where to begin! I have had such a wonderful life.
I was born and raised on a farm just south of Buffalo, New York -- real
country living. We had cows, horses, pigs and chickens. I helped out by
baling hay, planting strawberries and corn. My weekends were usually spent
going to farm auctions with my mom and dad. After school, my friends and
I explored the woods behind the farm, and walked along the creek. It was
such a great way to grow up. Not to say that I didn't have my fair share
of embarrassing moments. I remember getting off the school bus one day
when I was eight years old and being chased to my house by one of our
pigs. I was so scared and just took off for the front porch. But before
I got there, I fell face-first into the mud, and my mom was there to capture
the moment on film. Good thing I can laugh about it now!
Even
with my quiet upbringing, I always knew I wanted to model. And my parents
were very supportive. When I was 13, my mother would drive me to modeling
school in Buffalo every day -- and it took an hour to get there. The school
set me up with small modeling jobs in the area. I worked for free to build
up my portfolio, mostly doing department store ads for the newspaper.
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My first communion, age seven
Taking a break while working on
the farm with my dad, age eight
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