I can be quite demanding and wanting. I do usually end up with my way after a fight. I can be playful and fun when the need arises too. I love my wife and kids more than anything in this world. I was spoiled being an only child, and I'm afraid it's stayed with me. I am a pretty loveable guy most of the time. I'm have a zero tolerance for assholes. So if you show up at the bar I will kick you out. No warning whatsoever! I never said I was a fair man, but I am to a point.

[smear:#4f7899]Positive Traits:[/smear:#8f143e:0]
1)Adventurous: Willing to try new experiences and take risks.
2)Courageous: Possessing the mental or moral resilience to face opposition, danger, or difficulties despite one's fear.
3)Passionate: Being capable of or expressing deep feeling.
4)Independent: Thinking and acting for oneself; resisting influence
5)Pro-Active: Thinking and acting ahead; anticipating difficulties or challenges that bring about change.
6)Charming: Having a pleasing personality; being appealing to others.

[smear:#8f143e]Negative Traits:[/smear:#4f7899:0]
1)Spoiled: Having an attitude of entitlement due to excessive coddling and pampering.
2)Stubborn: Unyielding or obstinate.
3)Mischievousness: Maliciously or impishly troublesome.
4)Resentful: Marked by bitterness.
5)Extravagant: Exceeding the limits of sensibility or need. Especially when getting gifts for my wife and kids!
6)Pessimistic: Inclined to focus on the negative and expect the worst possible outcome.

Rosewood is a surname of English origin, derived from the Old English words 'rhos' meaning 'rose' and 'wudu' meaning 'wood'. It was typically given to individuals who lived near a rose wood or a rose tree. This name is often associated with beauty and strength, reflecting the characteristics of the rose tree itself.

In 1903, my great grandparents, Preston Rosewood and his wife Estelle, journeyed from England to the United States joining her brother and his family who had moved to Big Sky a couple of years before. Growing up his family had operated an Old Fashioned soda shop back in England. So he built his own soda shop here in Big Sky. Which I proudly own and run today with my own kids working in the shop with me.

As for me, I'm Michael Lane Rosewood. I was born to parents who had desperately wanted a child and were quite disappointed time and time again. Mom called me her miracle child that she finally had when they were in their forties. My parents are Josiah and Ramona Rosewood. They were the best of parents, and most would think that they spoiled me rotten. When I was two mom who thought I had been going through menopause found out she was pregnant, and shortly after had my little sister Nicole. I knew that they worked hard for what they gave me. I grew up spending time in the playpen at the Soda Fountain, and later always found at a booth in the Soda Fountain, after preschool and then grade school.

Always by my side was my best friend Graham Montague. His grandmother and my mother were best friends from childhood. We were inseparable, and my parents always included him in everything that was going on as well as his grandmother. If I got something he did too so he didn’t feel left out. That made me love my parents even more. I did chores growing up to earn what I got.

We got mini bikes when we turned four, and dad gave us lessons on riding. When I graduated to a dirt bike I felt like I was in heaven soaring through the air on the bike. Graham and I got them at the same time that year. Just in time for the snow to be melting. Dad worked with us training us, and got us in Motocross competing like he had before us.

We were a team till one day a blonde haired, blue eyed girl caught my eye. Her name was Zoe, and I made sure to include her in things with us. It wasn’t long before the three of us were fast friends. Even though I could tell that Graham was a bit jealous at first. With the three of us always together people started calling us the Three Musketeers which stuck with us. My parents owned and operated Rosewood's Soda Fountain so more often than not we were found there if we weren't out at the track. We had a corner booth that we hardly ever let anyone else sit with us. If we did then it was a special occasion.

Junior high came and we tried out for sports. I seemed to excel at them. Unlike Graham who was small for our age and had a bit more trouble. I stayed by him though glaring at those that laughed at him. I gave him tips that dad had given me over the years. Thankfully he made the team with me, and my mother and his grams were on the front row watching us on game days.

The weekend after Christmas some of the dad's took a lot of us kids on a skiing trip. We even got to stay in the resort over the weekend. The last day of it a blizzard hit. The electricity was knocked out for a couple of days. Everyone at the resort gathered round the fireplaces in the big resort. It was a great time, and I learned how to ski. When the roads were finally cleared a couple of days later, and we were able to go home we headed a few miles into town. I couldn't wait to get home and tell my parents all about my fun filled weekend. Dad met us at the clubhouse where the dads had arranged for the pickup of us kids.

Right away I could tell by Dad’s face that something was wrong. When he told us I looked at Graham in horror. When the electricity had gone out his grams ran out of firewood so she'd gone outside to get more. Graham had made sure to cut a lot and make sure she had more than enough inside and out in case of emergency before he left. He’d been exhausted falling asleep on the way up because he had cut extra. Unfortunately she must have fallen and not able to get up nor anyone hear her calling for help. She had frozen to death. I was devastated for Graham. She was the only family that he had. Graham broke down sobbing, and my father Josiah pulled him into his arms and held him as he sobbed.

Graham ran away and hid the day of the funeral not wanting to face it, and I didn’t blame him. When mom asked where he might be I told her knowing she was probably what he needed. Come to find out he was scared he was going to be taken away and never see us again. That he hadn’t had to worry about because his grandmother had made arrangements with my parents to take him in if anything ever happened to her. Zoe and I stuck right with Graham through everything being there for him. Right where we needed to be.

When I turned fourteen dad let me start working at the soda shop. and Graham joined me three months later when he turned fourteen. Dad took both of us when we turned sixteen to get our first Harley's. Both of us had saved up money to help pay for them, but he told us we would need that money, and he bought the bikes for us. Graham and I were still riding in Motocross as well and having the times of our lives during our teenage years. Graham and I prospected the Wild Wolves together when we turned eighteen. My dad was my sponsor as he had been a Wild Wolf since he was nineteen.

I asked Zoe to marry me and we were married shortly after with Graham as the best man. We took him with us on our honeymoon as we were in a love triangle and had been since we were teenagers. Graham left us to run off to Hollywood after that to make movies. Zoe and I started a family having five girls in nine years. Zoe was pregnant again and we found out it was a boy. I was bursting at the seams to finally have a boy. I couldn’t wait to have a boy to throw a football around with someday or even play kickball. Even baseball would be great teaching my son how to play.

When he came I couldn’t have been more proud and excited. I showed him off to anyone and everyone. We named him Guthrie Lane. We’d talked about making him a junior, but decided against it by giving him just my middle name. We didn’t want to put added pressure on him growing up. A couple of weeks after he was born Graham called telling us he had two babies dropped off on his doorstep that were his. He had DNA testing on the to make sure, and sure enough. He was in the middle of a scandal going on anyhow getting caught at a party with another guy, and it hit the tabloids.

A month later he was back in Big Sky living with us, and we were helping him raise the babies. It was chaos with our five girls and three babies. Hudson and Zariya were their names. Hudson and Guthrie were born on the same day. When his kids were two he got a movie deal and we sat down discussing it. It was the deal of a lifetime, and we told him to go for it. Zoe and I took in his kids raising them. He was back and forth when he could, and helped provide for them. He was there when we got his kids and Guthrie mini bikes. Unfortunately my son who was a bit small for his age turned his mini bike over already. I rushed over lifting it off of him. It was then I registered the other kids laughing. Before I could do anything I saw the tears streaking down Guthrie’s cheeks and he was running away from everyone.

Unfortunately things started going downhill then with my relationship with my beloved son. I had two more right after him barely a year apart. Guthrie was special though being my first born son. Don’t get me wrong I love all my kids, but that first born boy was the highlight of my life.

My world shattered one day when my little sister died giving birth to her twin girls. It was me who pulled Thorn back when he was going down that dark path. I put my life into my kids raising them and loving them getting him back on that path too.

When it came time for when Guthrie should be getting a dirt bike he wasn’t ready, but Hudson and Zariya were ready. I felt so bad seeing his downcast face when he saw them getting them. It was a year later before he finally was ready. With me busy at the cafe and other things my brother in law Thorn took over teaching Guthrie, taking that time away from me. Though Hudson and Zaryia and my older girls took up a lot of my time. When I was able to he was standoffish and I was teaching his younger brothers by now.

Time went on, and junior high hit for Guthrie. He was still small for his age, and having trouble with sports. Hudson though took to them like a pro. It was like the opposite of me and Graham. Guthrie went out for plays and things and I always had to work or something else came up. Zoe would get to them though, and tell me all about them. How good he was. He was even turning out to be a great singer.

When he turned fourteen he was a wreck when I let him start working at the Soda Shop. Tubs of dishes got broken. Something felt off about it though, but I ignored it by putting him on washing dishes. Hudson and Zaryia took right to it when I put them to work. My girls would run the front of the soda shop when they weren’t at school. Either university or high school.

Guthrie wasn’t doing bad in Motocross anymore either. He was growing tall and lanky, and I was proud of him. I never got the chance to tell him that though. Something was always coming up. He seemed to be growing more and more withdrawn. His sixteenth birthday was approaching, and I was growing excited. I started getting notes from him though saying things that hurt me. He wanted space and was withdrawing more and more from me no matter how much I tried.

Then I got one that said he didn’t want to get a Harley. No way was he following in my footsteps. That he hated that life and really didn’t want any part of it. I’ll be honest and say I shed a few tears over that one. I showed the notes to Zoe. She’d been getting after me to spend more time with our eldest son. Hudson pulled me away a lot though unfortunately. Getting me to do things with him. Graham was home for their birthdays, but Guthrie had sent us another note saying he didn’t even want to celebrate his sixteenth birthday. I really didn’t understand what was going on.

I went with Graham and the older kids to help Hudson and Zariya pick out their Harleys. He left me a note saying he hated working at the Soda shop and quit. That one really got to me. Then he ran away. Thankfully it was just to his Uncle Thorn’s. Zoe and I have been talking about how to go about this. There’s something darker and deeper going on here than we know, and we need to find out before it’s too late. I’m just glad my girls and younger boys seem to be happy and living their lives.