No oasis here to see, for I’m a product of filth and scum. The scum left residue behind and it will never come off. Sounds like one million other stories, I’m sorry I had to be another product of the same beginning. But there is no magical ending, no fortunes, or immaculate amount of fame to carry on for defeating my past. At least not you’re optimistic idea of riches. You see, my name is Myra Hindley, no middle name, barely much of a first. It was like a switch lit up my dark and pitiful world, the ability to participate in taking the lives of young children without thinking, it started to grow on me, as did Brady’s demands. So I did what any love struck damsel would do, I embraced it. Call me sick, call me crazy, I’m well aware of it. But I was simply following fate just like everyone else.