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Growing up, I was the kid that always got the prophetic word. Like dang... Can I just be on the organ/keyboard and enjoy watching people scream and fall out?! Noooo, not me. I just know I've gotten about a million words about my music, my calling in life, and even words about me being born. This was no easy childhood life to live. I felt like I had to live up to a certain expectation. Not that anyone put them on me, it was just the fact of always being singled out in my family. From being called "the chosen one" and "superstar" so much, I felt like I had to deliver. That my friends... caused a lot of thought patterns that I was unaware of until I was put in a position to live on my own and make decisions for myself like I really wanted to. When this started happening, I was 22 years old. So what was my childhood like? All I can share with you is what I remember. It was sort of all a flash, but there were some very significant moments that I just can't forget.

So! Let me paint this picture for you real quick. In a hospital, you walk by a room on the delivery floor. And you see... A woman screaming in pain. The words that you hear her screaming are "larwd ham mercy... this little boy is wild." Well people... That woman would be my mother AaaaND the wild boy she is speaking of so passionately is yours truly .... ME (yay)! NOW! You may be wondering where my dad is at this moment. Y'all ... This man was under some tree SLEEPING!! My mom is giving birth to a wild boy (me) and my dad is under a tree somewhere sleeeeeping!! Classic Fisher move lol. I'm kidding, my dad is great. So here's the thing... I was a wild boy because I was doing flips in my mom's womb. NO! I'm so serious. Ya guy was in the womblympics. I mean backflips, frontflips, sideflips, flipflips, and all the other flips. While being delivered, first my legs would come out, then I would go back inside and when I showed back up, my head was coming out first. LITERAL FLIPS PEOPLE!! Once again I was in the WOMBLYMPICS! It's a real thing... look it up (I'm kidding, don't waste your time). This happened so many times that the doctor looked at my mom and said "The boy won't be still. We're going to have to give you a c-section." YEP!! THAT'S RIGHT! Ya boy is a weird one. I'm a C-section baby!! On August 29, 1995, Anthony Jamal Fisher was born and the earth drowned. No, I'm kidding. I'm pretty sure that happened once though. Now THAT you can look up. Oh, wait... Where's my dad? He made it eventually. Again, people, my dad is great.

I was a very strange baby. You know the crazy talented kids that come out the womb playing instruments better than you and they've only been living for 3 days? Yeah... I was one of those types of babies! WOW, that sounds very prideful huh? Oops! I don't mean I'm better than you, I just mean that... umm... well you see... Ugh! Let's just move on. My mom told me that I was singing before I could talk. Many people don't know this, but drums were actually what I picked up on first. Then one day, my mom bought my sister a keyboard for Christmas. She wasn't using it so I just thought that MAAAYBEE she doesn't want it. I decided to pick around on it a little bit. Then what do you know? BAM! I picked out the melody to "We Fall Down" by Donald Mcclurkin. I was 4 years old at this point. I remember one day, my mom was in the kitchen cooking. We would normally have the keyboard on the floor in the kitchen, closest to the hallway. My sister decided to challenge me in a keyboard war. OHHHH IT WAS ON AND POPPING! She did her stuff and I don't know what in the world it was (love you sis). Then I did my little doodle on the keyboard. Mom was so supportive saying "The was so good". This went on for about 3 rounds. Then I had to come out with the CAPOWWOW!! This was my moment to play what I learned all by myself... "We Fall Down" by Donald Mcclurkin. I cracked my knuckles, then I crack my neck and relaxed my shoulders. CAPOWWOW!! I played it and it was beautifully played (I'm kidding... it was trash). My mom turned around and her face was like :O . "BOY WHEN DID YOU LEARN THAT?!"

So let's get this out of the way. When my mom is excited about something... She can't hold water to save the world. Meaning... She gonna tell SOMEBODY. Fast Forward to about a week later. I'm at my church playing a game on the PlayStation ONE (WHEW!) in the lobby and he walks up behind me and taps me on the shoulder saying "HEY, your mama told me you can play... COME ON." Then he just walked to where the organ was. I was like UMM DANG CAN I FINISH PLAYING MY GAME, SIR?! Nah I'm kidding lol, I paused the game and followed behind him. And BAM!! Anthony "The Musician" was born. Davelon Carr is his name. When he sees something great in you, he pulls it all the way out. I couldn't be any more grateful for him than what I truly am writing this right now. He's definitely a hero of mine. So before the keyboard and the organ, I really loved the drums!! Like really loved them!! I still do actually! I'm just not as good because I put all of my energy into the keyboard lol. Later on down the line, I picked up a bass guitar, then an acoustic guitar. Things just kept adding to the list.

I turned 5 years old and the world of ministry opened up to my eyes. Even though that's a wonderful statement and something that maybe some of you parents want your kids to have, that is also the moment my life began to be targeted. That's the year that perversion started to attack me. My eyes were exposed to darkness and I began to see things that you wouldn't want your child to see. 5 YEARS OLD !! What did I do to deserve these attacks? I said the one word that brings every kingdom to your front door... I simply said "YES." Yes to what? Yes to the call over my life. This is where my life journey truly began.