Amy
Amy was born with an attitude.
Not necessarily an “I don’t think I like her” attitude, but an attitude that she was going to do what she wanted to do no matter what advice, direction or common sense was offered.
When she was small, it was unlikely anyone would choose the outfit she was wearing for the day. And if you did, it would be changed as soon as possible with or without permission. It not likely to have been a coincidence that “unsuitable” clothing was soiled rather quickly and/or declared (by Amy,of course) too dirty to be worn, or too hot, or too small, or too blue or…
Although it was never officially stated, Amy hated school from the beginning. There was always something a little more exciting too fill up the day. Gymnastics and dancing were daily activities, throughout the week. 
A fall during a gymnastics competition when she was about ten years barely slowed her down, despite the fact that it required several surgeries and has never healed properly.
It was no surprise when she graduated from high school that furthering her education was not an option. When she announced she would be quitting her job a couple of years ago to go back to school, I didn’t think it would ever happen. But it did. Only for a year, though, and the “I don’t like school” thing resurfaced, and it was time to look for a job that didn’t need all of the educational requirements. After all, you can’t live on student loans and Kraft Dinner.
Amy has become a “woman of her own” and it’s likely due to the aforementioned attitude. She has recently moved to Calgary, and started working as a “recreational therapist” (or something like that – she will correct me if she ever reads this)
