Well. When my parents were first married my dad got a 'vision' that he needed to go and be a part of this polygamist group, because it was more of the traditional kind of Mormonism (the U.S. forced the Mormons to give up polygamy or they wouldn't make Utah a state), and so when I was about a year old we moved to a small town in central Utah where there was a polygamist group. We were there for seven years, and I remember it being an amazing childhood. I didn't seem to care or recognize that it was some cracked-out cult, I just had fun with my family and friends and toys, just being a kid. My dad "married" another girl (yes, girl; she was 17 at the time) so that was different to have two "moms" in the house, even though I knew Amandah (my dad's second wife) wasn't my mom in any way. After we left the cult I always referred to Amandah as my older sister, because she literally could have been ( ... )